the stroll….past Reilly’s early…henrik at the door, her Wendiness at the bar, Don Marco and sidekick sucking beers…so…a poker game Monday night, back room at El Muro? will i remember if three of a kind beats a…see? the mind is a terrible thing to waste…Lex of the Cargo Room, selling jewelry…no sign of Bill Harriss at el pena del sol since his latest crash…two screws…Fusion2…doing just fine and they pour a serious splash of vodka, if that’s your poison….O-lot/pangea….dead, quiet and no one there, aside from Keith at the bar, whiffing on spaghetti…Reilly’s on the back side, semi-packed, Cashbar empty, Matteo off to Belize…Hector at the helm, ron of saxophone fame with a group in the corner..how does he(hector)do it night after night, whipping out these towering statements of excellent grub? thanks, Alex, for memories of Tiffany Gin in SF…damned small world…
cops..
you know…there is no news worth regurgitating….neil craig reporting in, saying he’ll be back and cooking soon…try to remember next thursday night, 8 pm at Pangea..pop in, say hello, have a cocktail and thank your lucky stars/juju/karma that it wasn’t you..o…i have a new secretary…
where was that note?
‘gotta love post-its…even more fun later with the glue removal…
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