Our Man in Antigua

friday night updates….Neil of Pangea is gonna do oysters!…on the half shell…Whisky Den has a great sign now…Alex of Sobremesa seen dashing around the corner to bring in ice cream per special request for Carla/friend..El Muro’s bartenders? totally hot…i’m sorry, ocelot crew..but max’s selection is….well, let’s just say that he has an eye for babes, and let it go at that..go see for yourself…if i’m wrong, i’m buying..re the unfolding story of the widow being screwed by Jean Paul Lagarde of JP’s Rum Bar…tis verified by several sources…if you(JP)have a problem with this, call me out…your choice: pistols or blades…time and place of your choice but you’ve fucked with a lady that’s near and dear to me..and the more I hear of your actions, the more I’m inclined to say that you’re a blight on this town..Ron Fortin on sax at the O/lot patio…Ignacio the Cube…pissed about not being paid to play there…too bad..the draw wasn’t enough to justify being paid..o well..posters up for the Masquerade Ball next week….too little, too late..rotsa ruck, as they say in Japan…Lisa of O/lot..looking even more spectacular than usual tonight..whew..if only was 40 or 50 years younger..wait! oysters! pangea…damn..nope, not a chance…

also in Antigua…a widow with children and dependent on rent from a property left by her dead husband…rented by an American bar owner who shall remain nameless at this point…stiffed repeatedly…I’ve known this lady(and she is a lady in every sense of the word) for a few years and i go by where she tends bar twice a week…I know her cousin, a gentleman and a local fixture..does the name Da Vinci ring any bells? tis a sad and ugly story, all too common about renters stiffing the landlord/owner..it’s’ crazy making’, sort of like the person to whom I gave money to pay my electric bill…and didn’t…but gave me a weird note…after a lot of stress this month and this week and with the insight provided by a margarita or three, I’ve come to the conclusion, yet again, that I have had a high tolerance for aberrant behavior: blame it on my working in the mental health world for ten years..7-8 on locked pysch wards and the rest ‘in the field’…one gets used to being around crazies and I did…the ever delicious Ms Emma, who used to rent my casita pointed out that the ‘person’ in question is and was crazy when she lived here..I can only support that observation but chastize myself for not recognizing the depths of that ‘person’s illness…I’ll probably move, once I find a better place…it certainly can’t be less stress-inducing than sharing a property with a grinning hyena.

and now…ta da! the good news…for me and my creditors…my new atm card arrived and it works! ‘walked it across the desk this morning via a real human being who gave me a credit card slip w/carbon…downstairs to the caja and out with a pocket full of miracles…thank you Robt de Oro, Barb, Jimmy and so on… it’s great to have hot water again and ice cubes…margaritas in the afternoon are a wonderful thing…saw Wayne Hooper and Kevin last night, huddleing at Caffe Bourbon…supposedly playing at Dos Reilly’s…the Steve James gig at Ocelot was a smash-o event…Alex’ new ice creamery is off and running..time to ‘blender up’….see you around town tonight, somewhere, some time..