Wilkommen, bienvenue, welcome!
Your host is Izzy.
Have some absinthe.
In here, life is beautiful. The orchestra is beautiful. Even the bloggers are beautiful.
In here, life is beautiful. The orchestra is beautiful. Even the bloggers are beautiful.
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Newspapers are next to the door, but who needs them?
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Please recommend (and unrecommend the Cafe/Lounge from earlier)
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May the 4’s be with you
Things’ll get going when Suskind and Louise show up.
I love Louise, in all her aspects….. jeez, thanks, Izzy, life in wartime is not nearly so bleak with a bartender like you, and company like this!
A shot of whiskey, please.
Your opener Izzy, reminds me of Lily Von Schtup (the late great Madeline Kahn in Blazing Saddles 🙂
I miss her.
Me too! That was great.
When I grow up – I wanna be Madeline 🙂
We all wanna be Madeline, at least a little bit. When exactly does the growing up thing happen, btw? I’m still sort of waiting for it…
Yeah! Me too! I want to be Madeline!
Um, wait a second . . .
That would be the Producers not Blazing Saddles…
Or Rocky Horror 🙂
I think you’d look delicious!
Trust me, you don’t want to see me in a red sequined dress. Think more of Moms Mabley than Marilyn Monroe.
C’mon, this is the divine decadence edition! You don’t have to hide your inner-Madeline from us!
Heh . . . when they do Blazing Saddles, The Musical I would love to do any of the male roles. I’m not quite equipped color-wise to be Sherrif Bart, and I’m more of a build for Mungo or Governor Le Petomaine than the Waco Kid or Heddy Lamar*, but since this is all happening in our minds anyway, why not?
* That’s HEDLEY!
Mungo is only pawn in game of life 🙂
If you ever want to run away to some exotic, but not too terribly hot, island hide-a-way…. let me know 🙂
I’m back, but now I’m gone again.
I’m surpassing Andi in geriatricness (new word). Ya’ll have a good time tonight and I’ll see ya in the the morning.
You tease! Have sweet dreams. Hope your creaking bones don’t keep you awake. 😉
good lord, family man, it isn’t even 8:30!
and Grey goose fans (CabinGirl, I think)
Chocotini
Coat rim of martini glass with chocolate syrup. Shake with ice and strain.
I think I actually groaned just now when I saw that.
Would that be a bad groan or a good groan? Or would that be moan? I’m confuzzled. Elementary school homework of my daughter’s does that to me. LOL
I’ll leave it open to interpretation. I’ve said too much already…
Hmmm…I think I have everything for that here. Good idea.
Whew 🙂 I was of some use 🙂 They look “purdy” too
I’m finally done with all my chores.
Also, I love Duncan’s new open threads: “Try not to shoot anyone in the face”.
I wish I had thought of that one.
Booman you’ll love this: Got this from a Portland Pink lady..
The following is part of a piece written by Tom Krebsbach, a VietNam vet, about the potential disaster of a US attack on Iran.
“In light of the enormous danger posed by the military option, no wise leader would seriously contemplate attacking Iran. Unfortunately wisdom is in very short supply in Washington these days.
Let’s not forget who currently leads America: the gang that can’t shoot straight, talk straight, think straight; those creative geniuses who brought us such stellar hits as Quagmire in Iraq, Gulag Guantanamo, The Patriot Act, Feeble Response to Katrina, Confusing Medicare Drug Fiasco, and Just Ignore Global Warming, among other hits. Their breathtaking incompetence and lack of wisdom is possibly only rivaled by their arrogant disrespect for the law.
If this crisis progresses to the point of military confrontation, as it appears to be doing, the wise citizen may want to stock up on foodstuffs and gasoline and build a fallout shelter. For, this administration may just succeed in leading us down the perilous path to global oblivion.”
totally accurate but I won’t engage in political observations in the lounge. Vodka and politics only mix in Russia.
OOops my bad. Let me get out my black sharpie and black out that part on my screen… 🙂
You are ahead of the CabinBoys, who are finally taking the trash out to the street. 🙂
well, when you put it that way, I have a sinkful of dishes and a vacuum cleaner to deconstruct…
But rest assured you’ve got your boxers clean and pressed… cause ya never know when a bunch of women will see ya splayed out on the floor. 🙂
Hmm, time for a Froggy Bottom Motel – Sweet Dreams Edition? BWAHAHAH!
Trust me, the dishes and vacuum can wait…
OT, sent email
OT, in the cafe? Never…
I’ll check my email.
Who the hell has that kind of stuff laying around?
You wouldn’t believe what I have just laying around. 🙂
Somtimes I forget and I even shock myself.
However, I have never asked if chocolate body paint could be used as a last minute stand in for ice cream treats… 🙂
????
Sometimes my eyes just play tricks on me…
As you’ll note below, her teats are not ice cream, but red wine.
Because my fingers didn’t add “ice cream TOPPING” to that particular confusion.
🙂
You have to remember, fresh limes and ginger root are considered staples at Chez Cabin…
Standard fare in the Nature Hut includes microwave popcorn and Fresca.
Ha! I had to search “fresca”. I wasn’t sure but I thought it was soda.
Do you guys have Tab there still, too?
Wash you mouth, DJ! Tab is gross, which Fresca is for a more refined palate.
I just got turned onto Fresca in the last couple of years. I remember it from when I was a teenager eons ago, but then I think it disappeared for awhile.
Ya know, I’m just glad something turns me on these days.
I’ve taken a mid-life liking to Dr. Pepper again.
Do you have the Dr Pepper with cane sugar. We’ve just got the other crap up here with the corn sweetner, and I’d have never known the difference, but a local guy has a trucker who brings it in from down south. Ohhh, la la, just like it used to taste years ago.
Y’know, I have no idea. Now you’ve made me curious, though. What if I’m missing out on some new, better, form of Dr. Pepper I have yet to experience?
Seconod, If I were to wash my mouth, the universe might collapse. 🙂
No longer drink soda (unless I’m puking already) so now that I’ve given up Diet Coke et al.. I’ve decided it’s best to become a total (hic) lush.
Actually… shhhhh don’t tell anyone — I’m such a lightweight when it comes to booze. I’ll nurse a damn glass of red wine all evening.
Doesn’t it stain your nipples? Sorry, bad joke.
ROFLMAO!!! That’s funny! I’ll have to remember to use that one sometime.
You ever thought of doing stand up or something SN?
Well, Fresca and popcorn, bless your heart.
🙂
You’ve got that down, Cabin Girl. Must be all the summer vacations down South™.
Happy hour on the rocks!
That would be a beaut on some cafe!!! That and the text brought nothing but “happy thoughts” to my mind. (((((MM))))
I think we would have to give them all little martinis to hold!
Yet another stunning image, mythmother. Thank you!
They’re all there to wish you well. But I’m not going to say any more because the Evil Eye is probably hanging about, waiting for me to say something really stupid.
Quite a great place you’ve got here, Izzy!
See the guy over on the right, by the piano? Seems he’s been asking for someone — sayin’ somethin’ about ‘luscious’ & a rubber duckie.
OMG! Is that really… could it be… IS THAT ERNEST BORGNINE?!?
Finally, Mary’s true birthday present has arrived!
What a hottie….I told you! Now if he’d just take off that suit and show us his six pack.
Wow, he has hair. Who knew?
I’m telling you, they just don’t make them like that anymore. They broke the mold when they made him. Or he broke it.
Word is that you’ve just got to ask, my dear.
Is that someone playing the ukulele next to him? It looks like Raymond Burr before he got fat.
That does look like Burr! And is that Don Knotts on the piano?
I believe that’s Gordon MacRae.
I’m so glad I’m an old geezer and have no idea why we are talking about Ernest Borgnine.
((((((((((((ANDI))))))))))))))))
WW has a thing for him.
I think the dudes are gone. let’s talk about them 🙂
Hey DJ, do you know what schtup means in yiddish?
Um no. But I’m not Mel Brooks. 🙂
Andi, even the goyim know about schtupping — though lots of ’em pretend not to.
😉
I just kinda figured that since it was coming from Mel Brooks it probably meant something naughty 🙂
Just think of the final shot in ‘Young Frankenstein’.
Birds do it; bees do it; even bald, tap-dancing monsters do it ..
When I saw Blazing Saddles in a movie theater in Evansville, Indiana and her name was said, I was the only person in the whole place that laughed.
Ha! Quite the sly one, aren’t you?
The fact is, Andi, that he was lurking in the last cafe’ & caught a lovely offer for a little soak & shampoo with The Scrumptious One. He’s been trolling the cabaret ever since, waving his loofah.
I think you mean falafel. Now, Ernest Borgnine waving a falafel is just a dreamy thought.
That was his loofah???
Whew.. I thought he might have had some horrendous oscar mayer jedi accident
Off to the Mezz for my Wed. nite jazz fix…piano trio w/ a bunch of cats I’ve known for a long time and an up and coming local female vocalist – Wendy Fopiano – tonight.
HERE’s a video of the trio w/ Marguerite Juenemann [formerly of Rare Silk] on vocals. Doing a tasty version of Blackbird from Nov. 05.
Enjoy
Later
Warning: Big File 9:53 min. video.
Peace
Have fun! Is this the sort of thing where people snap instead of clapping?
That sounds impossibly hip.
Hey, I don’t make this stuff up — it’s what you do when you’re hangin’ with the cool cats.
Oh guys… I need something strong … right in the vein.
It’s been a crazy day here. I need some Cafe love. 🙂
You’ve got all my love. 🙂
Man, I feel slower than slower. Slower than my dial up – and that’s SUHLOW. Feel like I’ve been trying to play catch up with the wind.
… garage. Long story that is almost too embarrassing to tell.
It didn’t get any better from there, and in fact I should have taken the episode mentioned above as a warning. 🙂
Oh no!!!!! Would it make you feel better if I told you one night I got trapped under my own bed? Kids were itty bitty and my husband was doing the graveyard shift and had just left to go to work. I can’t remember what I was trying to get from under our Paul Bunyan (BIG ASS, HEAVY BED). And I got stuck under it. I panicked hardcore. Luckily he had to turn around to get his badge/ID about 20 mins later. I was all sweaty and about out of my mind. Cramped and worried that my son would need help or something and be under there for 14 hours. ACK…
Locked in the garage… that sounds scary. But something that could totally happen to me. So don’t be embarrassed 🙂
Please?
DANG! Manny passed the vein and stuck it right past Olivia’s chestplate and straight into her heart!!! 🙂
O:–)
I’m suffused with warm fuzzy feelings.
Cafe love is strong stuff! 😉
He’s so cute! Do you board them when you go on vacation?
No, they would hate that. We either have a house sitter or a pet sitter. This time it’s a pet sitter.
… that is the cutest picture!!!
sooooo — feeling better now?
Much, much better. I will go to sleep tonight w/ thoughts of cuddly puppies!
🙂 Fantastic – but wouldn’t dreaming about really great hockey guys be good too?? 🙂 I’m sorry you had a tough day. XOXOX
For now, I have to get dinner going and become Nocturnal Janet – Goodnight Froggy Folk
Night DJ.
I’m glad the cafe could give you some payback for all the beauty you’ve brought to it.
I was serious about feeling the warm fuzzies… Almost as good as chocolate. 🙂
Sorry to hear that. Do I need to open a Froggy Bottom Opium Den? Nevermind. Something strong coming right up.
Thank you for your wonderful café’s today — I liked how you gave maryb a cake, and then after she blew out the candles, you gave her a present. That was really cute! 🙂
Olivia! Goddess & purveyor of lovely things — have some cafe’ love galore to match the beauty you’ve shared with us.
Those are some big hugs you’ve handed out, my dear. Here they come, right back atcha ..
I think you’ve just supplied Olivia with a new subtitle for her blog. Goddess and purveyor of lovely things.
I thought the little picture icon at the bottom of my posts was ostentatious, so I can’t imagine titling myself that! But I like the idea of purveying lovely things… I’ll leave the goddess business to the women of BT, who definitely fit the bill — goddesses all! 🙂
Well then I’d better by ya a round of the good stuff, Aquavit
you know, I have never tried that before…
When I want to feel happy, I just sit next to my master-boy after he’s crashed his bike and is bumming out… and I just can’t help but laugh.
But my master-boy says to check out these little guys cause they always make him happy…whatever.
After seeing Bud’s and Sniff’s magical healing powers in action, I was seriously considering my choice in pet — a fat cat who is snoring right behind my left ear on the couch, offering no love whatsoever.
These photos however, give me hope — and make me giggle… Thanks DJ. 🙂
Actually “Stoner Kitty” is very empathetic we’ve all found. I think it’s that rescue animal thing. She spent the entire day with Wes on that couch. 🙂
She comes when she hears me or anyone cry. An oddity, I know.
Not so odd, I don’t think, DJ. Most of my feline friends have been very sensitive & responsive to trouble & hurt. They’re just subtle about it, very much about the ‘energies’ & what isn’t demonstrated; they also seem to believe that we are, too.
But all our animal pals have their own kinds of love to give.
🙂 Wench 🙂 I’ve even had black crows or was that a raven adopt me for a few days.
Olivia’s cat will find a way to make her smile or feel better.
No doubt,DJ.
Wow — crows! That’s good medicine to have around you — traditionally, if I’m correct, their presence points to the overwhelming laws of balance that govern us all, both in the material & spiritual worlds. They remind us of the necessity of respecting this balance & living in awareness of it.
A life ‘out of balance’ is a life in disarray, that can’t be sustained.
Crows don’t adopt just anyone, dear. Look into crow medicine some time.
The raven I’m not as sure on.
Kitty’s loving you with its presence, Olivia — just like us!
… as he’s still snoring 🙂
Thanks so much ww. Sending love and XOs back!
I thought this cabaret was getting a little crowded, so here’s a new cafe to spread out in.