Our Man in Antigua

yeah, you’re thinking…you’ve had a lot of that lately. Actually, I lost one outa my fake Foster-Grants, but since I’m person who saves wierd stuff, like a bag of partially broken eyeglasses(just what you wanted to know)i was able to find a replacement…if only this could work on the remnants of my so-called brain.

Another giant leap in local technology! since I woke up early and it was time to deliver on my off-repeated promise to add, delete, change and otherwise keep the Our Man silly booklet current…yep..done…new additions, some changes and it’s on the Amazon site and Frener, my local printer of good stuff has the pdf version delivered by a flash drive…yay!…no, seriously…think about this: every guide book ever done/made/printed takes a long time to get to print and in the stores…this way, I’m updating bi-weekly…I’m kinda proud of this, btw..if only that were ‘buy weekly’…the thing is selling, a few here, a few there…odd how it thrives in certain places and is ignored in others..

yesterday? it was the marvelous M’s birthday and no, she’s not divulging the year..what could I do except buy her dinner(Epicure)and it was xlnt…she likes chocolate and spicy foods…hmm,,,some of you vendors of ‘the silly little booklette’ will be seeing her, instead of my ugly/ravaged visage(face)…it’s a good thing, trust me…we walked in Ocelot later, 9 or 10 or so…place packed to the rafters/patio…and i didn’t see a single person that I knew…i was surprised, that’s all…the early crowd for el cheapo drinkos was there(earlier)til about seven, which is when I left..

where have all these %$#@! tourists come from? who cares? I don’t remember the size of these groups being this large from last year…let’s consider: how much of last march do i remember? answer at 11, with film..and I’m still smarting from losing my smaller Sony camera…brain drain? probably…Pavlov’s Curse…knew i shoulda read the warning label, the one with the skull/no crossbones…and now, ‘you know the rest of the story’…ack, quoting old tv/radio shows..which explains, sort of, why I did’t get around to writing this pablum until today..probably, maybe more later, evening-wise(something that I’m not)..hell, i thought it was Saturday for a while…see what i mean?..think I’ll retire to my patio and observe the fish swim in aimless circles, sort of a metaphor for my day…so, in from the ‘spin’…the entire ‘unindicted co-conspirators’ group taking up two tables on Ocelot’s patio, except for JR but we/I haven’t seen him in a long time…kinda like the  question, ‘where the hell is Pat Farrell?’ A quote was heard that he’s left Antigua permanently, as he was ‘sick of this f…….g place.’  The newly recovered/healthy looking Plumb Bob aka Bob Wheat on deck…alcohol free for many days per the antibiotics to kick the typhoid thing…tough choice but he’s doing it…and a big prayer for Robto de Oro’s sister, Barb….facing major surgery for the ‘thing’ in her upper left chest..get well, Barb and come back soon.

whew! never…NEVER seen Lava get so slammed/packed as early as 7pm…no space, tables, chairs..and just like Custer’s Last Stand, they kept comin’ and comin’..a 3 piece mariachi band strumming and pickin’ across the street from Tacodispenso…why the hell that place doesn’t hire these guys and at least pretend that they’re a Mexican restaurant is beyond me (like a lotta things, you say)…yes! the silly bookette went into two more stores on 5th Avenida today…please, lord…i need the $$ and yesterday…friggin’ IRS slapped me with an old tax bill, which I’ve been paying off monthly(to another office)…they don’t communicate well…yep, 5 digits/numbers…ghastly, to say the least..if you see me on the streets with a cup fulla pencils, begging…that’s why…well, since I’m not taking antibiotics I think I’ll have another shot…what’s a few more brain cells giving up their dreary existence?