Our Man in Antigua

(obscure song title)…’count ’em!….four identically attired ‘security personnel’ guarding the entrance at Quesos y Vinos…ya know, if you don’t have tinted windows, one or two of the boys in the L.L.Bean vests, a couple of yappy little mutts on leashes, you just don’t count for squat in this country…Hector’s doing fine sans Hector, Restaurant Road Kill is killed…Ay Robot doing some biz…

Luna Miel? jammed and opening another outlet in the City…who knew? Piano M&M seting up at Caffe Bourbon…nice crowd waiting for them…’passed Ron Fortin(sax) player earlier and complimented him on his unusually superb wailing(sax-wise)last night….’nah…it  wasn’t me…it was the reed’…c’mon…yep..he plays better with a good reed(don’t we all?)says that out  of a box of ten, maybe two are good, the rest…wtf? again, who gnu?

Sangre trying another configuration…a small bar up front, with some big chairs by the entrance…’see, look…we really are a bar’….Gaia/Frida’s looking good…El Caz looking just fine, Marcel’s drivin’ the bad little black bike tonight, which means it’ll rain later…’figured out were Las Antorchas is…’havent’ eaten there in 3 years…the way biz in this town is goin’ they might be one or two blocks too far away…promptly at 6:30 the day trippers started leaving town, headed back to G City…is there a G Spot there?..4th calle looking fairly quiet but with all the cars, maybe later…let’s hope..Angie’s doin’ just fine…party of pals in back, by the firepit..the landscaping is coming into its own and looking xlnt…ran into TooTall, an ex-bartender at El Muro…she’s dressing better and working at the Galeria de Arte on 4th calle…didn’t have any kind words about EM…and i didnt’ ask why..sort of something bout the’atmosphere’..well, ocelot’s short a bartender or two, Goldfinger/Jason’s supposedly back in town…(lock up your women)..’got the official INGUAT newsletter today, with a mention of the ‘events’ on the 18th…they’re coughing up more motos for the cops, a tuk-tuk or two(not the racing models)and the new mantra is “Zero Tolerance for Crime in Antigua”..what a zinger, eh? that’ll scare the hell outa the perps who ‘did’ the tourists that night…’oooh, we can’t go back…they have zero tolerance.” Maybe they meant Coca-Cola Zero…the US Embassy’s version is concise but not pointing any fingers…maybe Antigua needs a slogan or a song…”i left my ear in antigua, etc’  or ‘ears looking at you, babe”…maybe Brian What’s His Name’s song, “Cuts like a knife” Adams..delayed synapses just kicked in..

big doin’s at La Merced tonight…a high jackpot Bingo Night?   ‘wouldn’t want to get into the habit…what kind of meat do priests eat on Friday? rhymes with none…drum roll..god’ll get me later, no doubt…jump/shift..’heard bout a little hotel at the Lake, between Laguna and Pedro, far side..Chi-Ya…anyone every been there? i’m a thinkin’, so to speak, that it’s been way too long since i’ve been to that side…jump/shift…the gun range? what gun range? think I’ll start my own pistol club…drink til 12, pistol one..