You'd think I would be able to just strut up to this beautiful bar and begin to speak with The Wulfshead's distinguished patrons as if I'd known them all my life. After all, many were friends from The Stork Club, Bon Soir and other spots, but I can't, I won't, until my jazzolog buddy sits next to old fashioned me. I know, I know, you've welcomed me but you are all hell bent on issues which somehow elude me and I saw The Bartender last night. Would you believe it? Yes, and he told me he will be here when the King Cake from New Orelans come in to start the ball rolling because I have a secret to tell. Honest I do.
Quinty definitely will love it and so will the others so, patience is not my middle name, and I'm tired of reciting poetry waiting to Begin the Beguine. I do have manners and a savvy strut so...let me know when you want me to reveal myself. In the meantime,
Walking along a mountain path I find a sandal-print in the moss, a billowy cloud low on the lake, grasses growing up to a door, a pine tree shimmering green, a brook gurgling along from the mountain, and as I mingle with Truth among the flowers, I have forgotten what to say.
The Wulfshead club is a well known watering hole for all the strange and unusual people in the world. And for those just passing through... No one's quite sure exactly where the club itself is located, and the very anonymous management likes to keep it that way, but there are authorized access points at locations all around the world, if you know where to look. And if your name's on the approved list. ~Simon Green, Daemons Are Forever
You'd think I would be able to just strut up to this beautiful bar and begin to speak with The Wulfshead's distinguished patrons as if I'd known them all my life. After all, many were friends from The Stork Club, Bon Soir and other spots, but I can't, I won't, until my jazzolog buddy sits next to old fashioned me. I know, I know, you've welcomed me but you are all hell bent on issues which somehow elude me and I saw The Bartender last night. Would you believe it? Yes, and he told me he will be here when the King Cake from New Orelans come in to start the ball rolling because I have a secret to tell. Honest I do.
ReplyDeleteQuinty definitely will love it and so will the others so, patience is not my middle name, and I'm tired of reciting poetry waiting to Begin the Beguine. I do have manners and a savvy strut so...let me know when you want me to reveal myself. In the meantime,
Walking along a mountain path
I find a sandal-print in the moss,
a billowy cloud low on the lake,
grasses growing up to a door,
a pine tree shimmering green,
a brook gurgling along from the mountain,
and as I mingle with Truth among the flowers,
I have forgotten what to say.
---Liu Chiang-ch'ing
Cool Frankenstein!
ReplyDeleteYou have been awarded the Honest Weblog Award! :o)