like a woman sconed…yep, the more I think about it…I think I did it again…blonde, gringa, the chest, the dress and the jewelry…in retrospect, I think she reminded me too much of the last wife…out and about tonight…town jammed with cars, two abreast in the calles…oops, wrong metaphor..why? no one can put their finger on it…oops..there i go again..weddings? yes…but as someone told me recently, quoting a divorce lawyer…if you got on a plane and knew that the odds were 50/50 that you’d crash, would you? not no…hell, no..call me callous, call me septical…no, skeptical…4x in divorce court will do that to one(it did, for me)
new constellation
I could be wrong(and frequently am)…new grouping of players with Ignacio tonight…the luscious Aniet…sparkly top, tight black pants..but a new ingredient…a bass player…watched over by his porky dad…and not that accomplished..Ignacio putting up with it..money talks, bullshit walks..F2 packed, B5 doing biz…Peter the G’s el Mirador doing well..3 weeks in the business and he’s carving a niche…after El Gato Negro and Monica’s Jungle Party, who else is making a mark in the hostal biz? he’s got the rooftop/view and locals plus tourists..el chef rico is cranking out good food…yay, peter!
great art
the new photo art/gallery? in where the pensativo book store was, left of Nim Pot….a soft opening on sunday, in the afternoon..there’s good stuff there…no, didn’t check prices..sue me….lotta tasty senoritas in town…its late…margaritaville is me..tacos earlier..if god hadn’t meant for …. to be eaten, why did he make it look like a taco?
Our Man in Antigua 
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