brain-wise..maybe that should be brain-dead, cuz that seems to be the theme for the night..stopped in at O’lot and Carla B said there was a birthday party af Cafe No Se for ‘fill in the blank’….”tried to doublecheck this twice, with differing answers: it wasn’t the end of the world, as the consolation prize was dinner next door at Angie’s with…yeah, right..’her…hey, this is business’…and the ravioli with gorgonzola? outrageously good…Frener cranked(finally)the latest 25 of the little book that could, updated as of last week.
Ron Fortin and Adan the Cuban pianist talking on the street outside No Se…trying to get a gig together, which i think would be the musical coup of the year: each is/are superb at what they do..hey, i think so..the usual crowd of miscreants spilling over from the 5pm Lush Hour…even Robt de Oro who met two nice gringas…Amber and the other lady who’s name i forget, except that she’d spent time in Sonoma/Sonoma County, one of my old stomping grounds….I had to dash off at six per the printer and picking up ‘her’…saw Robto + the two at Sobremesa later..we’re all still laughing about the ‘writ from Alabama’ and about the only thing to worry about would be if this 300 lb gorilla in overalls, a John Deere cap and the name of Bubba appears around here…some people…no, make that a LOT of people seem to think that the law works like it does on tv…wrong, popcorn breath…it goes on and on…and then more on/on/on…fuggedaboutit, in other words, and get a life.
Karla H holding down Whiskey Den tonight…Nelson out and about, gathering take-out food at No Se…well, that’s what he told me..TLG, one half of the Mescalitos inside, waiting to crank up later, and Semana Satan is next f%$#@! next week…’been told that half a million people are descending(coming) here for the Show of Shows, now bigger that the original in Spain..and i thought I’d escaped the freak show by moving to the edge of San Felipe…wrong big time, vodka breath…the Finca is Station of the Cross #1…o boy..another New Year’s Day resolution blown to hell(get outa town)…maybe if I’d gotten the plastic Jesus concession(for the dashboard)…hmm..next year? hum along with me…’wish i had a plastic Jesus, etc..god’ll get me for this, hopefully later…like just before tax day, april 15th..’dear IRS..’sorry but i can’t file because i’ve been raptured/ruptured..is that legal? given my ‘experiences’ with the IRS, they trump even God…that’s it..I’m going outside and howl at the moon with the dogs and i presume that tomorrow is Thursday.
Our Man in Antigua 
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