Our Man in Antigua

‘one of ‘those days’….a coin toss between a frontal lobotomy or a bottle in front of me…Copia Fiel, usually ‘together’ bumped a price quote to stratospheric heights….and a ‘hope we can still be friends’ note…o boy…

elseweird? the Snug, ground zero for St. Patrick’s Day festivities (drinking yourself silly…Jackson appears to have won that crown)…the Monday night pub crawl, leaving that part of town, inbound to the Backyard Bar and Grill(in the rear of Nido Antiguena, Alex’ neat little minimall, now 95% full..and that’ll get better, coming around the 28th of this month. That  long vacant space once used by Avesa that New Age purveyor of essences and experiences, will now be what sounds to be like a bar never done here…’Calle’…soft opening on the 28th, a Friday

tomorrow, tuesday night? Kafka, 8 pm, Bobby Darling and Grace..I’ve been told, that given the larger space, Grace can really belt out her songs…tonight, La Taverna? some of the usual suspects plus Yves Goudard/wife/dog…if you remember Dishualded….his hair is longer and I didn’t recognize him at first…wtf? the Beer Company, in the Ocelot patio, advertising St. Patricks Day Specials? (no takers)

and to my dismay,  while reading a local publication, whilst getting one of Carmen’s superb pedicures w/most xlnt foot massage…the sodden realization that from now on, there are ‘processions’ every Friday, Saturday and Sunday, til the great conclusion on Easter morning…christ, this means crowds…why doesn’t someone offer home delivery of groceries, liquor, pizzas and outcall masseuses?  so? so what? still bored? www.amazon.com/author/michaelsherer