in from a short stroll..dos Reilly’s…2.5 bartenders…yep, that means folks in there, drinkin’…rain in the morning…no, half the f….king day and then followed by a cold night? gotta love Climate Change..thanks, Al Gore..odd that Lava is doin’ more biz than Ocelot…Edy of Pangea makin’ changes…kinda feng shui stuff and i like it..moved the bar of the Lounge so that it faces the door/entrance..cut the price of the filet mignon from 100q to 99q…Alex’ Sobremesa doing a few tables…Franklin of Whisky Den and a party of 8 plus others..popped into Ricardo’s Tabacos y Vinos..’says that a third of his biz is cigars..whoda thunk that? and yes,the delightful Marvel was on deck..
we’re all freezin’ tonight..i sent out a Bat Signal for two fat girls…keep the body warm in the night…nope, no sign that it’s been received or acted upon…ah..thanks to Bull Durham for noticing that Payasos has morphed into half Pall Mall Honduran menthols…tried a pack…yes…very very close..
‘finally got to play La Reunion …mist, drizzle, fog…’where’s the hole?’ a round with the new head pro, Nick Zappin, plus those madcap guys from Johnny’s Place, Mario and Yan..and yes, just like everywere else, Monterrico is feeling the double-edge whammy of no tourists plus the flooding…Yann’s about to do something most of us have done…ask him..
El Muro’s 1st year anniversary coming up this Friday…expect Max to something outrageous…like the women who tend bar there….very strange to walk by a closed/shuttered Caffe Bourbon, kinda like walking by where Kafka used to be.
ah…the Great Maya Pot deal? ‘you want HOW much for it?’…ROFL….their case wasn’t helped by the Prensa Libre article this week about a stash of pots found by a house up by Reu(the rains unearthed ‘me)and they were selling for 50-100q each…the gummerment was all over ’em…’national heritage’..
Phil Wilson, Mr EcoFiltro, has been donating the water purifiers all over the country..now out of ’em, if that’s a clue…couple thou here, there…he’s the guy who shipped 2500 to Haiti and personally delivered ’em…a shining example in the midst of a giant shuco (Guate-speak for pain in the ass, per MDC)known as Tropical Depression 12E..if it doesn’t stop raining soon, I’m gonna go to my doc and say that i have tropical depression 12Z and ask for some serious meds…something that will mix well with scotch.
its getting to the point where I’m picking the least wet/damp shoes to wear…wait a minute! my golf shoes….they’re water-proof…black and white saddle type but wtf? why not? someone has to set fashion standards…yeah, i have a closet fulla shoes but they’re city stuff(too good for Antigua’s brown rivers flowing down the middle of the streets)
yep…still rainin’….how bad do i need to go out? and yes..i did but not much…wondering why Hector’s isn’t doin’ their usual business..two tables, night after night…is it the lack of Der Hector, business in general or what?
Our Man in Antigua 
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