soaked again….just as I got the boots dried out(again)….there’s weird musical doors goin’ on…the trio from Culo de Toro or Costa Rica that played(sic)at Ocelot two nights ago…the height-challenged flautist…no, not flauta: he plays a flute. Anyway, Alex of Sobremesa has co-opted him to play at Sobremesa, starting immediately or sooner..the other two seen at Ocelot earlier, schmoozing Angie…Keith the Bartender says they’re playing tomorrow night and Alex’s sax player is doing Ocelot Friday night, 7:30 to 9pm..christ, how to keep up with this?
thanks to the rain, the freakin’ ants have moved inside: the smaller black ones thought they had sanctuary in the toaster-oven…can you say ‘medium’? funny, none of them came crawling out…in what looked like a variation on the Last Supper, several groups of christians seen packing Fonda de Calle Real tonight. Taco un contento has let go half of their door shills, probably just survival of the fittest(or the cheapest)….I’m noticing a pattern of lay-offs of old time employees…replaced by younger, less xpensive, I suppose…Felix, the doorman at Don Rodrigo’s is gone, the jade stores are rotating new faces. Hector’s ? quiet…no sign of him(el Lago) is the clue. Sobremesa is selling art….who knew? Friday night, besides the flute dude…Trivial Pursuit night…that kinda sums up my life, in two words or less.
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