Our Man in Antigua

or maybe, “play it again, Sam”…is/was this the most perfect day in memory? yeah, Women’s Day, full blast solar flares and a full moon tonight….the brass band under the columnade at the Palacio doing their oompah best, more tourist shuttles in town than ever and….fill in your own blanks…Ocelot’s has a new bar menu…short and sweet, like their barmaids, dos Reilly’s announcing specials on their new menu boards by the door, some kinda movie/tv thing being shot on the upper level of Cashbar.

‘ran into TLG, half of the Los Mescalitos duo…what a schedule tonight! Rainbow Reading Room at 8 thence CAfe No Se after that…’reminiscing of the days of mescaline and peyote, tweezering out the little white puffs of stuff on the cacti(strychnine-like stuff responsible for the upset tummy later)…it’s a wonder we all survived but then i did have a psychopharmacology minor…

thanks, mike donnelly…a wooden boat kinda guy…go to http://www.schoonermerrieellen.com and feast your eyes on one helluva reconstruction with unlimited money and time..and thanks, Jon Mellen fo a killer Bloody Mary at 11..Claudia #1 (in every way)walking her Mom on upper 5th earlier and people with any lick of sense are already making their outtatown reservations for Semana Satan….nope…I’m stuck…the friggin’ booklet process…and the local printer isn’t altho i’ve been assured that tomorrow…etc..problem is, it’s been ‘tomorrow for a week..the boat shipment? mysteriously hung up and the culprit/cause may well be in/at the docks in Puerto Quetzal..I suggested getting Les’ wife (Jet Set) involved…if you know him/her/it, then you’d see the logic…twin Hummers and some kinda political juice in Esquintla…and her name isn’t Jet Set…that’s the restaurant..

screw! little flying bugs in my cocktail!…nope, not doing the backstroke..Marty and Ginski planning their latest foray/adventure/stunt in the Ocelot during Happy Hour…a goodly portion of the usual suspects on duty there..

cacique and you shall find…bodegona’s latest rum import? not from Mexico…Costa Rica..judging from the bugs that keep dive-bombing it, it’s a hit…hat’s off and a tip of the panama to Bull Durham aka James…he just did a helluva good deed(nope, can’t talk about it) but if you know him and he’s willing to ‘share’ it’s a doozy aka a noble humanitarian gesture…his latest pork imports are now offering ribs…if there’s anything like the pork chops, they’re killer..’guess i gotta road-test them next week: i’m getting maid service at this new place like i’ve never seen..not only does she clean out the fireplace but she also cleans out the bbq grill…go out and howl at the moon…me and the guard dogs will be doing that shortly…aooooo! if only i could get the hair that grows on the back of my hands to duplicate the process on my noggin…and I’m still scratching my head about the flurry of slurs from five different…or maybe not different sources last week about my silly little bookette…www.deliciciousfoods.com? wtf? if they’d done any kind of homework like looking at this site and clicking on the links/articles tab or googling me…makes one wonder about their claim to be journalists…what the hell…it’s publicity…and thank you, idiots..one and all..

ran into Alex Long Bell..no, just long…his lead carpenter absconded with $300 and left for Honduras…yep, a woman involved…the process of renovating the old 709 space next door to Fusion will go on..