Mak'n ma way to da bar, a tawny specimen of femaninity stops in her tracks and a gives me da look. Ya know that look, I thinka to myselfa. But nota now. Nope, gotta task. Yup, for da Lady Kismet. And, I thinka to myselfa again, it's for Da Ka. Things are a look'n up fora me. Step to it! A chanca to be near....

Louis! Louis! Need some drinks and a need 'em now, ma man.

Louis asks whatta will it be tonight.

I turna my head to the four ladies and then looka in the direction of my bossa, da Lady Kismet. Whatta eva those four ladies are hav'n thisa evening and it's on da Lady Kismets tab. Ah, yea, and whatta eva the lady ova there is a drink'n too.

Louis hasa da most amaz'n recall. He laughs as he names da drink eacha lady is drink'n as he heads off in searcha da righta bottles.

Thats a Blue Heh-Tye-n,

a Foozey Poozey,

a Nile Mud Slide....

I turn my attention to the dancafloor. I catcha a glimpsa da Lady Kismet do'n her thing, minglin'a witha da crowd. What a lady....Then my eyes, can'ta keep em away....drawn right to her, like a bee to da honey. There she is, laughing, the lighta catch'n her eyes....