if you can’t trust the bank, who can you trust?
ripped and torn
so, i’m opening this stash of a 1000 q, one of several that the bank(banco industrial) gave me last week…out of ten, 4 were malo…two with holes, one very old, and one with the end missing….’got rid of three but who/what/where to pass on the ‘queer?’…an old phrase for counterfeit money, if you’re wondering….the first bar caught it..’disculpe’…ok, fine..good catch…the 2nd bar didn’t…and she earned a tip and it wasn’t about the stock market.
what’s up or not with the Salty Beaver this week? a friend asked me for Peter’s phone number on Tuesday, as I was leaving…today he tells me that per Peter, the ‘Beav is closed all this week…some kinda lame excuse…’hope that Monday’s Bar-staff-Appreciation Day isn’t screwed up, cuz…well, let’s don’t go there….’speaking of ‘there’…Peter the G’s El Caminante is finally hitting their stride: packed, music on the stage with a backup band waiting to set up(with an exceedingly tasty young thing…o god..if only i didn’t have standards(and was 50 years younger)….
the night was young, i was old
Matt B, sister and nephew at the bar in Dos Reilly’s tonight, chowing down on xlnt bar food: a toot…no, bad connotations, a honk of the horn from Henrik earlier in the night…Pat the Sweeney hanging at Angie Angies, surprised to see me there(likewise, Pat)saying that he’d complained to Henrik about the all male bar staff…it’s not about the beer or the booze…it’s about the babes for us manly men(why else would i hang at DV on mon/tuesday nights?) answer: the divine Ms C…per Pat, who’s flying to Hilo on Sunday, compliments of his free flight status on Continental, Don Marco aka Jeffrey Lynn Cassman/Lassman is finally getting sentenced next week, July the One, after two postponements.
good change
Angies’ place going thru minor but good use of the space in the front room…now a espresso/deli/wine and condiments area…and now, before i drift off in the tender arms of Morpheus…Nelson at Ocelot tonight,with a new player..damn, whata big drum you have….
El Cazadore Italiano doin’ just fine…gotta love their new red drapes at the entrance: adds a touch of class to an already classy joint…A Bell’s F2 packed, Abassi empty, same-o Tartines…5th norte full except for Taco Uncontento, Caffe Bourbon waiting for Piano Mike and Moriah to finish eating and play/sing/wow the crowds…Alex of Sobremesa has organized an unusual event for tomorrow: dig out the river channel around 7th calle and Chipilapa…’concerned about the results of last years floods, he’s organized a shovel/truck crew, along with an appearance by the Unionista’s mayoral candidate(Susy something), with free beer, to dig the channel a bit deeper…starts sometime in the morning(hey, i wasn’t taking notes, ok?)
short story from Peter the G, who was stopped recently by the cops for DWFU(driving while f….ked up)…they approached his car and asked him for identification..his answer..’nope’…asked him for the vehicle registration..’nope’…’oh, okay’ and let him go…go figure…’nope’…a new phrase, like Tono’s of ‘let me drink about that’…speaking of Tono, where the f…k is he? ..Earth to Moon, come in Tono..
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