posted to alt.fan.jimmy-buffett ~
Fellow crewe members, here is the first part of the Tales of the Key West Foreign Legion!
I'm including my original message as a preface to the first chapter. New parts will be posted with semi-regularity as they get written. This is a work in progress, and audience participation is encouraged! It can grow and morph in many ways. Remember, whatever you post, you just may wind up in my song....
GreenWoman (the audacious)
Key West Foreign Legion
Dawn the Beach Bitch, Esq. exclaimed:
I say DO IT!!!!!! DO IT NOW!!!!! And while you're at it, why not establish a halfway house ... no, a crash pad ... no, obviously a BAR for other members of the bar who've realized "we had plenty of lawyers ... calypso poet shortage..." I'll bring my blender and see you there!
I think this sounds like a wonderful idea!
We disenfranchised, disillusioned, dissatisfied and downright damn cold parrottheads, who have somehow migrated beyond the borders of our natural habitat, ought to be able to engineer a return to Paradise if we all work together! Here's the fantasy, in the true Mickey Rooney spirit of "Let's do the show right here!":
We'll get real estate maven Grandmommie Parrotthead to find and engineer the purchase of a beat-up old boathouse on a bay. Small beach, big house required on the property. We'll tear down the "Trespassers Will Be Shot" notices left behind by the previous owners (a militia group who got too mellow living in Paradise to stay pissed off, built a shell shop in Biloxi and moved out) and put up a sign dubbing the place Pirate Parrot Boat Bar and Flop House. Half of this newsgroup will immediately move in.
Blackbeard and Desdemona will find a small, racked-out charter boat which we will name Tiki and all will help to restore while playing "Take It Back" from Summer Rental over stereo speakers which we shall mount from the roof of the boathouse. Oyster Cracker will be our cook, Bill Hoffert our bottlewasher, Drifty the Gypsy our navigator. Viper Woman can be the nose art for the Tiki. ;-) Dawn and our other refugee lawyer can help keep us out of trouble ("If we had fun they would not restrain us, if we got caught they would just explain us" ~ borrowed from Paul Williams' Phantom of the Paradise soundtrack), keep the blenders running, and provide local color when other, less fortunate Parrottheads seeking to recreate with us while on vacation drift onto the property. And don't forget that recording studio we're going to cobble together out of the old garage! We'll sell the movie rights to Universal and live happily ever after.
Are you with me? %-)
GreenWoman (who wants GLOBAL WARMING NOW!!!)