the rains brought the ants and now they’re looking to augment their ranks, find food and take over…i spilled some espresso with milk/sugar on the counter last night: great…ants on Red Bull…visualize the little red freeway of bumper to-bumper bastards at rush hour..
the getaway to Las Nubes was an adventure of giant proportions, with more to follow…two vintage Land Rovers painted in the company colors, a volcano, spectacular waterfall and views of Mexico to the south coast..throw in a perfect host, xlnt bar service and a plantation house that’s 150 years old..500 acres of superb coffee…when i get either the old laptop restored or pick up a new one, I’ll be filling in the blanks…
Ocelot!…killing the competition!..Nelson pounding out New Orleans jazz…Karla and most of the usual suspects there..don’t be surprised if she sings with Nelson one of these nights..that would be the perfect frosting..tonight, the height-challenged guy with the crutches and the silver-toned flute..rumor had it that El Tierra Madre Chingado played El Muro Wed night and is doing a gig at Cafe No Se…they’ve found their level. Friday, Ron the sax player returns to Ocelot…Steve Wintershaw, renowned muralist and and artist, is doing the entry way at O…he did the interiors for Reilly’s…Hector? back in his groove/element..good…Alex Ferrar, gluing the 3rd sign to his outside wall…an artist’ palette with utensils…a cork..people steal ’em…’its a compliment, ‘ I said…he grumbled..El Pescadore Italiano packin’ em in…Marcel, on top of things..Chez Christophe…muerto..Veradero officially dead..’For Rent’ sign on building…Hellas, the greek joint inside Riki’s…also muerto…Peter the G and I have a theory that the economy in Antigua, per the sinking value of the Euro, is going even further into the red zone..film at eleven..
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