Monday, December 31, 2012

End of Year Que Pasa

Spending a holiday in a bar and saying "We should leave before she has another one" and being encouraged to have a more laissez faire attitude about it, then walking towards a door that says "She Crab" on it. Sign in the stall: "Please remain seated for the entire performance." Come back, she's having a limeade now. Free Bird plays. Pleasant to watch friend befriend an older man at the bar. Alex Tribeck is looking distinguished. Everyone knows the answer on Final Jeopardy is the Taj Majal, but the contestants guess, respectively, The Alhambra, The Kaaba, and the Haggia Sophia.  Blackbird Fly plays. The woman who guessed The Alhambra wins because she bet less money than the others. Mr. Magoo's Xmas Carol comes on. Time to leave. Talk in the car about lucky we are not to live in Salem during witch burning times, and local folklore about "haints" and "hags" and "boo-daddies" ..."I want to know what a boo-daddy is"...discuss paint colors for the walls... Que Pasa?  ~ Remembering some pages from The Brief Wondrous...and always running into a skinny Indian guy in the upstate NY grocery store and other places and would, for some reason, keep forgetting about it...Que Pasa?  ~ Played Spades with a friend from New Jersey who said he'd played other games with A. Bourdain in Atlantic City and didn't know it at the time. "Stick with me and you'll win," the mysterious guy told him. He kept following him around and winning, but when he tried to get more personal info about him, his mysterious new friend had to go. A week later, he saw his show. Before the friend told us this story, sister said, "do you remember that time we cooked steaks and one looked like a heart and there was a knife in it and you sang 'Shot Through The Heart...' and then we got in the car and that song was playing on the radio?" And days later, in a Pasadena bookstore, picked up Medium Raw: A Bloody Valentine To The World Of Food and specifically read about how the author wants to be a better guy for his daughter in a chapter called "I'm Dancing." Que Pasa?

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