Betty Blogger and The Heretik welcome you to the Wild Weekend at Lefty's Lounge where we remember the friendly ghosts of the past and hail the hopeful apparitions of the future. This weekend we forget all quarrels and toast all friends who meet in peace below the starry night we all share . . .
More to follow . . . . . . we always like the jukebox HERE . . .on the grill take it WELL DONE . . . an ode to true COURAGE . . . a proper PERSPECTIVE on things . . .SKIP and go naked. Or not if you are shy. . . the drummer knows the BEAT of one of my favorite streets . . .
TPaul T. Geist is behind the bar and fun lies ahead here on the deck above the Bay of Confusion. Drink and comment freely. Welcome.
Good evening, brother Paul. What do you recommend this evening?
Posted by: Shakespeare's Sister | July 08, 2005 at 06:55 PM
The Heretik still favors the British ales for all souls remembered here now and in the hereafter. Must talk to him about that.
Posted by: Paul T. Geist | July 08, 2005 at 06:58 PM
Ah, good on ya, mate. A McEwan's Ale, please.
Posted by: Shakespeare's Sister | July 08, 2005 at 07:12 PM
Cheerio. Pint please.
Posted by: jen | July 08, 2005 at 07:12 PM
McEwan is for all, so all are for McEwan. Pints for all. Jen, we trust you are well. We may have the trifecta in the Court Supreme. Oy.
Posted by: The Heretik | July 08, 2005 at 07:14 PM
Oy know...How are you H? and Shakesis?
Posted by: jen | July 08, 2005 at 07:17 PM
Oy thinK oy will be all right. Oy lived in Greenpernt, Brooklyn a few years, Oy did.
Posted by: The Heretik | July 08, 2005 at 07:21 PM
Oy'm glad to hear that, H.
Shakesis's movie thingy got me thinking about this song
Posted by: jen | July 08, 2005 at 07:24 PM
I'm fine, thank you, Jen. And yourself? How is everything in your world?
Posted by: Shakespeare's Sister | July 08, 2005 at 07:30 PM
My world is good, Shakesis. Relatively. Trying to focus on the positive. Difficult for me. I'm sure these pints will help.
Posted by: jen | July 08, 2005 at 07:38 PM
see?
Posted by: jen | July 08, 2005 at 07:38 PM
Rosencrantz, could you just shut up a second? And Guildenstern, I think it's your turn to buy the next round. Now what was I saying to Sister? Oy. I almost lost my thought, if not my mind. Hmm. What a. . . What a noble .. . What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals!
Posted by: A Prince | July 08, 2005 at 07:39 PM
Ah, prince.
When you do dance, I wish you
A wave o' th' sea, that you might ever do
Nothing but that.
Posted by: Shakespeare's Sister | July 08, 2005 at 07:42 PM
You are a dear, sister. And . . . and . . . And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me; no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.
Posted by: A Prince | July 08, 2005 at 07:46 PM
What a great prince thou art.
Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em.
Posted by: Shakespeare's Sister | July 08, 2005 at 07:54 PM
B, you brute, you are right. That Betty Blogger is a hottie. But I don't think either of us has a chance. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings
Posted by: Cassius | July 08, 2005 at 07:57 PM
Cassius, I think Betty fancies Franz. She said he's "the one." I asked her why, but she couldn't explain. She just said, "I have no other but a woman's reason:
I think him so, because I think him so."
Posted by: Shakespeare's Sister | July 08, 2005 at 08:00 PM
Did I say that? Franz is my guy, a very paranoid guy, but you go to the bar with the guy you have, not the . .. oy, whatever.
Posted by: Betty Blogger | July 08, 2005 at 08:05 PM
Oh, Betty. You're so indecisive.
Don't worry - I won't tell anyone that you're pining over Rod Bigstaff.
Posted by: Shakespeare's Sister | July 08, 2005 at 08:08 PM
No, I think Rod Bigstaff, or as we call him around here Mannion prefers your sisterly charms over my mere mortal awareness. He whispered something along those lines after the last Santa Fe martini.
Posted by: Betty Blogger | July 08, 2005 at 08:13 PM
Well, who can blame him? It must be dreadful being married to a sexy blonde.
Posted by: Shakespeare's Sister | July 08, 2005 at 08:16 PM
Why do these men prefer them? These blondes! Oy.
Posted by: Jane Russell | July 08, 2005 at 08:20 PM
Jane, I can't explain it. Although, I've found that there are men who prefer brunettes with one indigo eye and one blue-green eye, even if we don't have more fun.
Posted by: Shakespeare's Sister | July 08, 2005 at 08:24 PM
No wonder you like Bowie so much. He too has two different colored eyes. And he somehow got a lollipop stuck in one a few months back at a show in Switzerland. Oy.
Posted by: Jane Russell | July 08, 2005 at 08:27 PM
Well, darlings, I must evacuate the premises so the Scot can open the virtual bar with his mates back home. There's certainly lots for them to talk about this evening, most notably that they're all still alive.
Rest well and dream beautiful things.
Posted by: Shakespeare's Sister | July 08, 2005 at 08:28 PM