Our Man in Antigua

thanks, Reed…all the free rounds you bought at O’lot’s 5 o’clock lush hour…Robert the Wheat! recovered, he says, from the typhoid…well, he was drinking beer(with alcohol, an antibiotic no-no) seriously…I commended him for his perserverance(something unknown on my planet)..what? give up drinking for ten days? yeah, I tried it 30 years ago, for a few months…just to see, ya know?  I couldn’t tell any difference except when i was around others who’d been tippling, kinda like add beer and become an instant asshole.

Took the full/complete ‘Original Antigua City Tour’ this morning…Juan Carlos Lehnhoff’s great..no, seriously..a great concept. The bus holds 17, the seats are great, the large open windows you hang from and for 40q? a helluva bargain…I go to see(along with The Fugitive/Mike D, all of places around town that i havn’t seen in years, plus El Cerro de la Cruise…if you have friends(assuming that you’re still speaking)or family visiting, this is a helluva great idea…’told JC to start stocking beverages tomorrow…water, coke, gatorade and more importantly, cervezas!…he ‘got it’…starting this week, I’m going mildly shameless and inserting his brochures into the latest version of ‘the silly little booklet’…no, it’s that good..ah, the ‘Fugitive?’

Roberto de Oro, otherwise known at ‘PB’ (ask him)served with legal papers from an Alabama Court today…welcome to the Big Time, Roberto…next goal? INTERPOL….wait, wasn’t there a guy here recently claiming to be an interpol agent?..ah, this town..it never..NEVER ceases to amaze me for stories, background, history, gossip, horseshit, bull shit and so on..por ejemplo, stories from Reed about a guy i see in the park every other day…holy shit…

yeah, and that was us last night…the marvelous M and I, hitting the cobblestones..probably again tomorrow night…capped the night with dinner at…oops..can’t mention the place/him any more, finally ran into Matt of Old Town(the book, dammit)followed by an incredible cheesecake at ‘her’ place..and she’s gotta full on set of drums in her living room…how bizarre but how typical for Antigua, where the strange is common place and bizarre is just another word for Monday..

per mike C, upon his leaving the scene of the crime of Mono Loco, today’s major countrywide electrical outage was perpetuated…er, caused by the US of A in response to Otto’s ‘decriminalization of drugs’ campaign…personally i think it was flying saucers sucking up juice(elctriticity)from the power lines, before they launch another campaign of abductions and anal probes..and there’s a few politicians in the States that could use both..WTF is going on ‘up there?’ don’t tell/don’t smell? there’s probably other stuff to relate/pass on but…it’s late and most  f it, I’ve forgotten..ah, the new barmaid at Ocelot? Annette…yeah, she fits.. and Claudia #1, at Da Vinci? smashing in a black cape! a Renaissance babe in our midst..’heard from a local source who’s sister-in-law who is a Guatemalteca and…had a problem with my description of ‘breakfast in town’ and was dismayed…a soft word..hey..there’s only one decent breakfast in Central America…Kathy’s Waffle House in Granada(Nica) take it from me, i’ve tried ’em all..if you know better, tell me..so i can quit cooking my own bacon/eggs/english muffins/hash browns..