nope…today’s El Periodico noting that the cops nailed another Zeta and that the authorities are searching for Walter Horse Overdick, el capo del narcotrafico up in the hills…no, Horst…Horse? insult to injury or grounds for slander…in case you wondered, o’Dick has a more fearsome moniker…El Tigre…he’s probably armed and dangerous.
‘saw a local big guy in his birthday suit last night, at the Venetian Masked Ball…The Big U, whose birthday party was held at San Jose El Viejo in June of ’09..drum roll: he wore the same outfit last night as he wore for his birthday…the King of Prussia suit…hey, get mileage outa these outfits…not only do I still have the long black velvet cape/cloak but now I have a tasty brown wig, with ringlets/curls…and a damned good thing i real the small print on the hair dye package…’permanente’….screw that..brown shoepolish for the ‘stache and beard..the mask? not sure what/where it’ll be appropriate but that’s never been my middle name anyway..
and i did get home in time to partake of the last of the curry dinner here on the ranch…damned good stuff..a few locals here, lapping up the wine and the Jim Beam Black that J finally pulled outa the cabinet..because i was a good boy, cleaned my plate and finished the wine, i gotta splash..and i wonder why i was hungover this morning?
the VMB? lotta new faces, some old…it was a production, with trumpets, strumpets and crumpets…well, buffalo wings, ok? ‘looked to me to be about the same # as last year, altho many of the older gringo antiguenos had other plans(places to go)..
a new place to go? someone/something is moving into the old Deliciosa spot on 3rd calle…saw stainless steel stuff..tables and such…
ah…my first Gautemalan/Catholic wedding today…started on time at noon and was still going strong at 1:30 or so…gotta have those photo ops..i ditched the reception: the bloody mary at Angies pre ceremony only took care of the more immediate whim-whams..it was a helluva production in the San Francisco church (hermano wierd brother pedro’s place)..music, flowers, singer..Rita showed up in a green Model A Ford convertible and looked terrrific…but the priest? gotta give him points for remembering all his lines but…it went on and on..and on..no mas por me, por favor: i could be a bit jaded, having said ‘I do” four times…and ‘adios’ 4X…well, more than that, if you include the various ladies here and there..
and Bodegona? WTF? outta limes for the 2nd day inna row? and I’m outa time on the TIGO and there’s voicemail waiting, i’m in the ranch and not going out until tomorrow?…hey, i’ve got charcoal and two of Bull’s famous porkchops to worry about first…if you see Bull with a dreamy smile, there’s a story but I’m not going there…ask him…tis a beautiful afternoon..got the shorts on for the first time: no, not my underwear…shorts…over the underwear..speaking of…Miss E…no, can’t go there either as she’d whup me upside the head the next time she sees me…hmm, might be ‘fun’…red light, green light stuff..
