i’m filling the travel flask with tequila…’gearing up/down for a weekend at the Salty Beaver and there’s a small swarm of ants on the kitchen tiles…hmm? wonder what would happen if I…yep…they’re either passed out or deadzo…whew…the moon, the clouds, the stars and the f……king crowds tonight…tourists up the ying-yang(not a new chinese restaurant) and in a few eateries…guatemaltecos..throngs, no thongs, at least none that I could discern but it was dark…LM and the ever tasty Alison chowing down/up at Ocelot…Robt/Barb having a cocktail with a Canadian couple…he showed me his new(to me)credit card that has a chip embedded…looks like the same as on a SIM chip or your DPI card..’rotsa ruck’, altho they said they check their bank balances often and so far…no problems…
no 'unauthorized withdrawals' accepted
‘heard a semi-substantiated story about an event this week with the venerable Antigua Curry Club…since Zaika pulled the plug, the club has been relegated to meeting/eating at Pushkar…6th Ave…story goes that after the Tuesday feeding session, a lotta folks got sick..topped with bad service and a ten percent surcharge…insult to injury plus..’been told that there’s a great Indian restaurant within the Casa Fuentes complex..4th calle.., across from Fusion 2, more or less..’haven’t been back to the new French joint on 6th calle, Chef Pierre’s…hey, i’ve been slaving…a new editor in France asking weirdo questions about Nicaragua…yep, my ‘speciality’..PM and Moriah at Caffe Bourbon tonight…drawing the crowds, as always…their new CD should be available any time….’any’ being the operative word, this being Guatemalo…my neighbor the warthog…waiting for me to come home…’you owe me 20q for the garbage’…wait a minute..you are the garbage, just not in a big black bag..as if you could find one large enough..another plaintive note from C#1 of DV…the Rum Bum is avoiding the police per his actions/complaint from the 15 yr old daughter..ah…spotted Rico the missing Chef yesterday, zooming by on a scooter…Mom was definitely cold, at least to me, on Wednesday night..but then I have that effect on some women…no, make that a lot..is it my suave, debonair style or that fact that i just don’t give a shit? after 3.5 wives, and a few other babes here and there…whatever…being of a certain age has its advantages….i’m not ruled by Mr Happy anymore..so, what to pack for the ‘Beav? tequila? check…flip-flops? (no, not Mr Happy), check…swimming suit…sunscreen..check..
one can only hope
well…the ant’s ain’t moving…no backstroke…and it was/is good tequikillya..enjoy the full moon tomorrow…the largest/nearest since ’93…some folks churning the rumor of another ‘quake…no big deal…’got ammo, tequila and $$$…c’mon down, Door #3….
happy hour at the Salty Beaver
‘needless to say…i’m out here early,maybe back Sunday, maybe not..’depends on the tsunami, the full moon and a few other variables…’have fun…that’s my plan…hasta la pasta..
Our Man in Antigua 
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