Shop Talk, Stage Talk

photo, group, yoko, karen, susanne, larry Today's Group of the Week, Yoko, Karen, Susanne and Larry.

Talk, Talk, Drink, Drink

by Ric Erickson

Paris:– Thursday, 21. September:–  Do you ever get the feeling there's a leak in the boat? An uneasy feeling that, out in the desert 88 miles from Reno, the gas gauge is stuck in the red zone? These little things that are going wrong – what do they mean? Am I just paranoid? Is there a ton of bricks poised over the next doorway?

These idle thoughts are drifting around here but everything seems to be in one piece, proceeding normally. Dunno what it is. The weather now, is not totally abnormal. I forget what was forecast for today. Yeah, there was wind in it, and some wind is what we had. From the north or northeast, maybe 40 or 50 kph worth. Then it was warm, at about 28 degrees, and the sky was clear and there were no clouds. Last day of summer or first day of autumn and it was certainly sunny. It's not right, this.

photo, cafe la corona Today's weather right here.

Tomorrow, according to tonight's TV–weather news bought to us on channel 2 by Laurent, is going to begin with a gruesome wave of clouds and maybe rain, out west, and it will get here sooner or later, and then it will pass on to delight the east. Or it may just pause right over our heads. No more than 22 degrees are to be expected.

Saturday, according to TV's weather map, will offer us a fine mess of effects – clouds, smaze, sunshine, with a high not too shabby of 25 degrees. Frankly the same thing was predicted for Sunday but I decided to note it as half and half, meaning that it will be like Saturday but the temperature will only reach 23 degrees. For some reason Le Parisien has classed this day as Moins pire. Less rotten than what?

The 'Shop Talk, Stage Talk, Talk, Drink' Report

My depart for the club today had a lot of planning behind it. This started yesterday at the Monoprix with the pre–stockage of vitals, at the post office ATM to get some cash and some other chores I can't recall at the moment. I retired early and got up pretty early – it was still morning, according to Anglo clocks – and I powered through my regular duties – got bread while it was still warm – and had my prescription AM dose of coffee. My bag was packed with the club materials, the camera reset to sunshine, and I was fully loaded. Then a little buzz in my bonnet told me Yoko's evening of Beatles song and lore is not tonight. It's next Thursday!

Prunes! And by this time I was late but all I had to do was pick up the bag and go, so I went. Down the stairs and out the door and down the street past Chez Papa and under the high trees past the cemetery and down the stairs into the métro at Raspail and out at Odéon where the escalator is broken, and huff–puff up all the stairs – to find the street barricaded by roadworks in the bus lane. At the newspaper kiosk I didn't see Le Parisien but he had one hidden and I exchanged money for it, and then avoided breaking a leg going down the alley where Benjamin Franklin used to bowl and through more roadworks and then along the narrow sidewalk in the rue Dauphine. Across the Pont Neuf without noticing much besides sunshine, snap a couple of posters at the kiosk in front of Samaritaine and then just a hop, skip and jump along, to the club's café. It may sound complicated but it's dead simple when you've done it 349 times.

photo, pair of teas Two iced teas for two.

Not seeing the two ladies promised by Uncle Den–Den sitting in the club's location in the grande salle did not faze me too much. There's time, I said to myself. And before much of it had passed there was member Larry Mann from Portland, Oregon coming in and sitting down, saying, "Where's Yoko? Where's Heather?"

Even though it was only 15:05 I decided to gloss over their absence – and keep the two ladies promised by Uncle Den–Den as a surprise. I found out that Larry used to be at home in Seattle, and that some people who work in Portland live in Vancouver, Washington across the Columbia River because there's no Oregon income tax there.

But before you call the movers, pay attention. I'm not sure I got that right. One place has no state income tax and the other has no state sales tax and I'm not sure which is which. To be absolutely certain, move instead to Vancouver, Canada because it is a province and not a state, and although there are taxes there they aren't payable in expensive USD's.

To get on safer ground I admire Larry's watch. He says he got it for 35 years of service to the electric company, the one that owns the huge dams built during the New Deal. I thought President Reagan had sold all of these to the Chinese but apparently this is not the case.

photo, swiss army watch of the weekThe Swiss Army watch of the week.

Somehow I learn that Larry – and Linda, who is resting today – are film fans. They've rented an apartment for a month, they're shopping, and Larry wants to know about movies in English. If the film is British or American and it's in the movie program guide marked with VO then the soundtrack will be in English. If the film is Italian, marked with VO in the listings, then the soundtrack will be in Italian. But if it is a Canadian movie marked with VO, then the soundtrack could be English or French. Switzerland is even more confusing.

At this moment, member Susanne Chaney arrives from Fairfax, California with new member Karen Birch from, she says, the Canadian Vancouver, but in drilling for details I learn that Karen merely works there and in reality she lives in Ladner, which is a "35–minute" bus ride away down south, near the landing for the ferries to Vancouver Island. Ladner, obviously, has to be the City of the Week.

photo, iced tea Solo iced tea looks cool.

Regular readers and club members will be glad to hear that Susanne has fully recovered from the fall she suffered in Amsterdam. She hooked up with Karen somehow online, et voilà, here they are, having a holiday here, and maybe in Amsterdam. I don't remember more than this because Susanne suggested that I must be having a senior moment because I couldn't remember some details of a club meeting report I wrote in 2000.

And there is Yoko joining us and Larry is leaping up and we are all calling, "Yo! Yo! Yoko!" and other drolleries. I have already told Larry about my subconscious fears of missing Yoko's Beatles Story show – not today – next Thursday, so Yoko says immediately, "28, 29 and 30," which I write, without knowing that these are the dates.

Stage talk is always followed by screen talk. Frankly this club has more actress members than actors – there's two producers I know of too – and part of the Da Vinci Code was made across the street, so we have more shop talk than idle fandom. Susanne, for example, told us she was in three movies – Towering Inferno and Invasion of the Body Snatchers, and added, "But they cut my eight lines!"

While all of this is going on the waiter of the week is taking orders and bringing huge glasses of iced tea, some regular drinks, and an iced tea for Yoko. Susanne maintains that as warm as it is in Paris today, it is like nothing compared to Fairfax in the summer, when it 110 degrees. "11 days in a row!" she said.

poster, beatles story Don't miss Yoko's show
next week.

And then it is time for the group photo of the week and we push aside café owners monsieur et madame Naudan to gain the terrace, rosy in its shade from the red parasols. I explain that the camera lens is wide–angle and there is nothing to fear if I seem to get too close – and some disbelief shows. Karen and Susanne take the opportunity to go sprint shopping while Larry, Yoko and I return to – empty drinks. The meeting must be over.

Yoko Does Yoko Next Week

Our very own Yoko appears in the stage show Beatles Story for three performances next week. This involves some French guys who play Beatles tunes – really well – and sing, and act like Beatles. With intermission the show lasts over two hours, and it is a show. Yoko's part – she does not sing – has been expanded from the version I saw a year ago. On 28, 29. and 30. September, at 20:30. At the Théâtre Gymnase, 38 bis, boulevard Bonne Nouvelle, Paris 10. Cash bar. Métro: Bonne Nouvelle. InfoTél.; 01 42 46 79 79, or hit the Websites.

About the Café Metropole Club

As hard as it might be to believe but this is a club meeting 'report' representing a fraction of some of the events today. Throw a eyeball at the authentic story of what might have been going on here. To be found on the About the Café Metropole Club Webpage, containing its tedious and chunky bits of garlic, fried stuff and stirred low–fat cheese. And forever and ever, more better frites.

graphic, club location map

This What This What?

Spontaneous club meetings. Often more than rehearsed, begin at 15:00 on Thursday and continue until 17:00 every Thursday. These times are equivalent to 3 pm to 5 pm around elsewhere. Around here is where these meetings are. Whatever you say will be truly appreciated by the other members present if they are listening, and sometimes they are, but not always – and if it should by rare chance be written here.* Other stories are welcome too.

Caution – if you have the personal goal of remaining unfindable via the Web, be sure to inform the club's secretary that you prefer to be 404 – not found by Web search engines before becoming 'found.' Not becoming a club member is one of the other ways to remain unfound.

*The above paragraphs are relatively unchanged since last week because of all the movies we've been in with the film that has stayed in the editing room, sometimes on the floor but more often in the trashcan.

The café's location is:

Café–Tabac La Corona
2. Rue de l'Amiral de Coligny – or – 30. Quai du Louvre
Paris 1. Métro: Louvre–Rivoli, Pont–Neuf or Châtelet.
Every Thursday, from 15:00 to 17:00.
Next club meeting on Thursday, 28. September.

A bientôt à Paris
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