Our Man in Antigua

Calling All Junior Woodchucks!.. 8pm or so Bull Durham had me go look at a ‘star’…due east, midway from the horizon to the vertical…bright, strange,with what appears to be unexplained ‘features’…nope, it’s not the German satellite..take a look..tres strange..

how long has Cimino’s had a little bar in the back?….ran into Fabrizzio, who does the pizza in the back of Riki’s…didn’t know that but that little bar, waaay in the back is a great place not to be seen, if that’s of concern.

The Mime, attracting a decent crowd on 5ta…a lotta Capitalina’s, o so spiffed out…yeah, i fell in love at least four or five times…Gina C, waiting at Dasha to close..’wonder how biz is there for Flor?

the far off lights of Jesus de Maria or is it Maria de jesus, on the slope of massive Agua…the lights of Franks’ Finca, way off and on his own mountain top, a carriage with the driver decked out in Escobar’s spanish get up…the velvet outfit, cap to match, stopping for a photo session by Los Arcos…again…would you fly on a plane that had a 50% chance of crashing(referring to divorce stats)? both La Merced and the Cathedral hosting weddings…

the sea of red tail lights of city trippers headed back on 4th..an incoming tide of same on 3rd…different crowd, different plans for the night…there’s a lotta turistas in town(white folks) and various bars/restaurants waiting….and waiting. With a break in the weather, who knows?

the well dressed man about town(and great jazz musician)Wayne Hooper in Ocelot early…Edy of P’gea checkin’ in…dos Reillys jammed/overflow crowd early and there’ll probably be some  chunks blown on the sidewalk later…passed Ryan the Wheeler with lady friend…said to come by Travel Menu at 2am for the NZ/France rugby semi-final…right…Allan working, which implies that the trip to Rio Dulce is postponed..I’d thought about it but the weather has been bad enough here..

marimba music at Donde Monica’s, across the street…looks like a wedding after party(reception) and that semi-menace of another tropical storm, comin’ up the coast of Nicaragua and Honduras, maybe…maybe not…the tuk-tuks are snarlin’ tonight…it’s noisier here than the old place but…there isn’t the two-legged beast to deal with in front, no mosquitos and damn less dust.

oh, the crackpot with the crockpot? figured out that the off/on switch is a reverse rheostat type…the mass of superb beef stew awaits, a little red to wash it down and it’s Saturday Night for me, Mr Excitement…go have fun..the Muse, that elusive little charmer, might have tapped me on the shoulder earlier…as i explained to Edy…you gotta grab it/her when she flitters by…might get some work done tonight.