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Sacré Bleu! ~ Blogophilia 29.4 Topic: “Today, Not Tomorrow”

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Memphis 1981

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“Get off the stage!” The waitress yelled from the dining room.

Myke and Nissmech removed their shades. Soul Man was their trademark number, and each night the crowds were getting more out of hand. On the left, Nissmech noticed a patron approaching the stage with a broken Coke bottle. “I wouldn’t if I were you.” Nissmech snarled into the microphone—Myke shifting forward as well. The punk just muttered, looked at the duo, and backed away.

“Boys, let’s call it a night. I’ll treat ya’ll to bucket a ribs, on the house. Oysters for you, Nissmech?” Lusty’s Rusty Bucket O Ribs was the first place Myke and Nissmech had played back in ’76. They had won a brand new ’76 Dodge, painted a flame on the door and launched their blues career—right on that very stage.  Lusty hated to say it, but she had no choice. “That’s it for the contract, boys.”

“We have tomorrow night!” Myke shot back.

Today, not tomorrow is where we call it good. Let’s not make this the long goodbye. You know I love you, Sugars. Put on the aprons, how many bibs?” At Lusty’s Memphis BBQ, the diners knew her sauces caused permanent stains, and those the know wore an apron, with plenty of bibs. The ribs came steaming hot, in a bucket of her secret recipe sauce, causing mouths to water as well as the eyes. And rare Memphis blue oysters swirled in her indigo stew.

Nissmech sat down first, “I don’t know what more we can do at this point. I feel it is my fault—Aykroyd was my friend, and I trusted him.” Dan had started hanging around their Blues Brothers act after starting on SNL. Neither Myke or Nissmech had any idea he was writing a screenplay of their life, and just changing a few details so they couldn’t sue him. After the movie hit the theater, crowds turned on them, believing they were trying to copy and cash in on the movie.

“Water under the bridge, he had me fooled as well.” The waitress slammed down a bucket of ribs, sloshing the sauce over Myke. He just wiped it away and started to dig in. “What hurts more, is Lusty giving us the boot. When we came here her best act was that dancer Kandi from Iowa. And she took off like a scalded cat after we started to rock the house. We saved Lusty’s business.”

“Nice figure, but Kandi couldn’t dance worth beans,” Nissmech laughed. “OWWWWWW! Sacré bleu!” he screamed, falling back.[1] The waitress was spilling the piping hot blue oyster stew on his head.  They hadn’t recognized her, but Kandi was back.

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Blogophilia 29.4 Topic: “Today, Not Tomorrow”
Bonus Points:
(Hard, 2pts): include a Raymond Chandler Novel – The Long Goodbye
(Easy, 1pt): mention a brand of soda – Coke

Final date to post: September 20th, 2011 GMT midnight
Final date to post ALL GUESSES: September 18th, 2011 GMT midnight
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[1] Dave Nissmech was not severely injured in this blog post. The stew was hot, but not scalding hot. Sadly, the blue oysters stew does stain, and it is permanent. And since 1981, Nissmech’s commitment to the blues has been visibly… skin deep.
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  1. September 14, 2011 at 4:25 pm

    laughing and holding my sides great funny write, first??

  2. Sue
    September 14, 2011 at 9:22 pm

    I love oysters!

    they go well with ostrich eggs

  3. Sue
    September 14, 2011 at 9:23 pm

  4. Sue
    September 15, 2011 at 6:18 pm

    What’s with the cowbells?

  5. Liam
    September 16, 2011 at 11:43 am

    let that be lesson always keep one eye on the waitress.

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