Our Man in Antigua

per a couple of weather prognosticators, there’s more rain to come…how much? no ones sure but the numbers projected are fearsome…and i left my f….king umbrella again somewhere today, however the moon was up, a bright planet nearby and the evening was relatively dry, which is more than i can say for moi..re the gringo popped at Mickey D’s earlier this week…supposedly from San Fransicko(my old hometown)and carrying numerous packets of blow…why? buying or selling? the exact number of ‘packets’ varied, according to who did the counting before and after..where’s mine, for god’s sake? the only decent marching powder i’ve seen in this country was up north…a chunk the size of a golf ball for 300q…the rest has been stepped on and…adulterated, shall we say…my ex-lady friend, elena, who’s brother is a cop in San Jose, always had the best…

yep, i miss her…but dont’ miss the drama..

INGUAT!…Walter Fischer is actually doing stuff…projects, programs, events…go Walter…and we always thought that INGUAT was just sucking money and not doing anything…Walter’s doing stuff…

‘spent most of the evening in the Cargo Room, talking with Lex…damn, has he got a project underway…nope, no details(zipped the lips)but when it comes off, it’ll be spectacular, even for him..the rest of the town? muerto…dos Reilly’s and O’lot the only venues with customers…Edy of Pangea in person…smiling, laughing, asking what’s next..who knows? the rules have changed,the weather sucks and what was before….probably won’t be the next time…go with the flow(hate that phrase)a table of 8 at Sabor Tiempo, some at Peter Fonda Real and that’s all she wrote…I wouldn’t want to be in the position of hoping that ‘accounts receivable’ was gonna get any checks soon(hello local magazines)..i suspect that soon it’ll be COD and i don’t mean Call On Dad..Atitlan…those poor bastards..it just gets worse but at least in A-Town the water flows downhill and outa town…PNC in abundance tonight…two trucks loaded with troops, flashing lights and following each other? why?

yep…not quite as depressed as i was/were/have been…the walk in the winds/rains thi yesterday brought back fond memories of living on the coasts of northern californicate, hawaii, oregon and so on…i liked the wind in the face, the umbrella that i had to borrow totally f…king useless..but it wasn’t mine because I’d left umbrella #5 at ocelot the night before and it wouldn’t have lasted a new york minute per the velocity..

whew…the Panza Verde gallery thing for Brielle DuFlon!….i’ve never seen an ‘opening’ so packed with people..60/70?…take your pick..saw folks i’d never imagined seeing, got to meet Korey/the mom…finally…we’ve been FB buddies but…and the exceedingly divine Ms A…back from the Dom Rep with a neck brace(long story)…damn, she’s delicious…and the ‘usual suspects there…no need for names,cuz i’d run out of space…it was good…’hope that she sold something(the main concept) but at least she’s ‘launched’ as an artist and she is, all of that..who knew?  not me, obviously…tagged her as a bartender at El Muro…wondered why she was hanging with Carlos Thomas..duh…she has a brain…and skills..

part 2…travel menu…Allan at the bar and Carla B…Carla B is about to launch off into a very exciting turn in her life…off to Rio Dulce/Livingstoned this Friday and maybe…taking off on a big catamaran for Cuba, Florida, East Coast, Greece, cha cha cha…damn…be a part of the crew..cook, serve cocktails and just look good(no problem for that) totally wish her the best…if if i were…nah…but i get it…popped into the Cargo Room, chatted with  the Lex…finally, finally picked up the stones i’d left with him a month ago(our schedules don’t match) a few aquas, tourmalines, ruby cabochons..

past the Ocelot..quiet..Edy and friend at a table…Francois of Tartines hovering in the entrance..por que? a chat with Edy?..who knows, but it’s not his usual territory…Whisky Den closed…quiet night elsewhere…hey, the rain stopped for a while, giving our clothes/shoes a chance to dry out..

ok…my personal secret place to stop on the way home…’used to be Da Vinci and thence Hector’s…DVs moved…Ricardo’s Tabacos y Vinos is it…

miss delicious

anyway…night after night this is a small party…great wine,music, conversation and everything that Antigua Tobacco Co aspires to…his staff?…whata name..Marvel…and she is, in every sense of the word..I’m …umm…what’s the word? shall we say…attracted…

TLG on the street, off to play at No Se…i was packin’ rocks,otherwise i’d got in the truck and joined him..oh…you Blackberry folks?  one of you who shall remain nameless, sent me an email last night…50/60 copies of the same email later came over..o boy…technology rears its ugly head..’had one for two days and hated it…alas, Atitlan and the villages…cut off, roads down, bridges wiped, houses sucked downstream: looks like i’m not visiting anytime in the fear nuture, as planned…got a little adventure planned for the other direction in a week or so…probably won’t ‘do’ el salvador next month,as i usually do…Lips and the strippers will have to do without me(as they do)

my landlord, the horn dog(his wife is in the States for week or so)brought by this ‘lady who wanted to meet me’….ok, fine…we talked, exchanged phone numbers..nah, don’t think so but the concept was good..it’s either Lucy Luscious or the new Marvel…whew…Marvelous…i truly enjoy being a DOM…dirty old man…Lucy’s doing something this weekend at El Caminante..probably involves taking off clothing…

rumors?…hah…heard one this morning(tuk-tuk/gringo/knife)…the source was the one who asked me about it later…go figure..’need a rumor hotline..

I like it here…tis all that it could be but…from time to time I miss the rumble of a V-8….doin’ 80-90 mph…’miss the turbo charged Porsche, the five litre Mustang,the Cad  with the Northstar V8…the BMW 735-I…speed was me…no more..ah, the memory of seeing what 120 mph felt like..goin’n thru the gears, watching the tach wind up into the red zone…the clutch,the gear box,the surge..