The one with Mack and his Flapper

To celebrate Halloween, Mack and me got in our swankiest get-ups and hit the town. First we stopped at the Mag’s place ‘n beat gums with Darth Maul and Princess Leah. “But Darth Maul is a rag-a-muffin!” says you but I say horse feathers! He’s on the level. Plus that sheba of his is a real tomato, so we ankled over to my hayburner and got a wiggle on to the ward costume party.

Let me tell you, that party was berries! Beats out any rub or speak easy in town. Not a killjoy, bug eyed Betty, or wet mop in the joint. Everyone looked the cat’s pajamas in their glad rags. We gabbed with a Princess, Phantom of the Opera, Pirates, American Gothic, Napoleon Dynamite, Medusa, Max from where the wild things are, and my favorite garbage man west of Tin Pan Alley. Hot dawg, everyone was hip to the jive last night. And how!

We stayed till my dogs got tired then Maul and Leah hopped in our struggle buggy and we were off to Pink Berry for some swell yogurt-ski. We had a ducky of a time. How could you not when your escort is such a fine cake-eater? I’m stuck on that daddy. Didn’t he look spiffy? I’m glad I took the middle isle with him!

For a guide to my jazz age jive click here: http://home.earthlink.net/~dlarkins/slang-pg.htm

jj

"Hey dame, cash or check?"

"Sorry Mack, the bank is closed."