somewhere…not here…9pm, windows open, shorts only…damn…this town has the most amazing music…groups form, re-form, coalesce(that means coming together)…musically speaking…ignacio and kevin warner, playing together? yep…the patio at O/Lot/Pangea…yes, the back half of the patio is still un-electrified…is that a word?…’suggested that tiki torches were the answer…add some citronella oil, keep the mosquitos at bay and it’s instant romance…
unlikely duo
El Cazadero Italiano? packed…lotta single women at the bar and tables…at least one that…well, you know..Cafe Flor doing some biz and no sign of Odessa, the Soviet Blonde..but then i haven’t been keeping tabs on her/them..Caffe Bourbon? packed! Nelson and Karla…Karla? belting out Summertime, better than ever…if they/she had a CD I’d pop for it…she’s xlnt!…the Mime Index in play, crowding lower 5ta…upper doing fine…Studio 35 workin’, Gaia dead, Sangre worse than dead…Hector’s packed…two new waitresses, slim and latina…gotta be slim to work the kitchen/counter/tables or you don’t fit(literally) i was gonna stay and catch up with stuff, but people kept coming in, so I gave up my stool and bailed…Tuesday night: Pangea’s sponsoring Kevin and Ignacio again..go hear something totally different, as two musicians from the different ends of a spectrum jam and come up with a sound not heard around here…gave Carla the recipe for a Gold Cadillac…originated at a little bar in Diamond Springs(Sierra foothills) called Poor Red’s…I know it well…one of their favorite tricks was to give change in susan b. anthony dollars, knowing that the customer thought they were quarters…great tips..is this weather perfect or what? i’ll be sweating my ass off in a week…Granada…hello Jimmy Three Fingers! best bbq in Central America (take that, Austin man) and breakfast at Kathy’s Waffle House…equally good…order the #3…six strips of bacon, eggs however, hashbrowns, thick toast…damn..why can’t anyone in Antigua come up with this? it damn sure isn’t rocket science, cuz I can reproduce it here…ok, I ‘m still screwing around with the hash browns..figuratively speaking, of course…Elle? where the hell? in town…somewhere…o well..
hometown girl
wait!…she could be the ‘official Ocelot mascot!” Shaun…’get on this…I’m goin’ to my room…slept weird, kink in the neck…wait…call for a massage! where are those little business cards? here…”massage, sex, party’…Liss..5648—-you didnt’ think I’d really give you her phone number…this is a medical emergency! kinky is as kinky does…to paraphrase Forrest Gump..
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