which gave the blonde opening the orange juice container a bit of a problem…a perfect evening on the ‘stones of the streets…the earlier mist-like rain cleared the air, the half-crescent moon lit up a brief opening in the dark blue sky, the white and the darker rain-ladened clouds lit up with distant sheet-lightning..young couples snuggled in the darker areas of the park, the luscious Flor of Dasha was just closing her shop…Chez Christophe, staffed up with 3 waiters in black…waiting at the door…and waiting.
Dos Reilly’s doing a good crowd but the better news is that El Gato Negro, the usually packed hostel across the street? looked like a 70 per center crowd tonight…Kabuki, the usually empty sushi joint? tables filled…who knew?
popped down to the frisky whiskey den for a refill on their most xlnt espresso bean…Karla Herrera working there…wtf? she’s everywhere…and coming this Tuesday, she’s doing a raffle (ticket price unknown) but from 7-10pm..winner gets a ‘bottle of whiskey’…s’posed to benefit the school where her daughters attend..’works for me…at ten, the winner will be blessed with…..? she’s not sure..’hope it’s not the Tres Robles brand of bourbon…she said something about Johnny Walker Black Label.
‘passed El Muro’s new bartender earlier, headed for work, dressed in something red…she’s so vivacious: ‘thought about going to the ‘all you can drink for free’ night but decided that being in a crowd of inebriated folks wasn’t my thing, at least for tonight. Call me a fuddy-duddy, curmudgeon or party-pooper…i’ve done my stint at the frat house bacchanals, the merchant seaman’s bars from Alaska to Viet Nam and more than a few whipped out nights at the Del Rey in San Jose…’have I matured? hah…as if…he writes as he hoists another bloody mary…’walked by Caffe Bourbon, with their menu board advertising something new: ‘humus’…I suspect they meant hummus, as humus is compost or organic matter thats broken down…i hope so…sometimes i feel like i’m humus, especially in the morning.
more articles coming re the Takalik Abaj site…that place got to me(in a nice way)…’would love to go back during a full moon and observe some of the Maya rituals…john m of epicure told me some stories/rituals that he’s seen…whoa..fuggedabout that Maximon stuff…yeah, it was bizarre but the entrance fee of a bottle of Johnny Walker Red? the cigars sucked…no, we sucked the cigars and then got whipped with branches…hmm, kinda like some parties in San Fransicko…i leave you to your own devices, whatever they may be…pray that the batteries don’t die…no film at eleven,at least not tonight.
Our Man in Antigua 
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