i think that’s a quote from a John Lennon song but if not, it’s close to my perceptions of the evening…por ejemplo, I walk into Ocelot at 5:30, which is usually mid-way thru the Lush Hour and packed…not tonight, big goy/boy…I’n the Lone Ranger..even Lava lightly attended..WTF? strolled thru the park, waved at Gina C and Flor M…went past dos Reilly’s..lightly attended..’figured that i needed more ‘connective tissue/beef by-products’ and left in a tuk-tuk with a quarter pounder con papas frites..is this some kinda Easter Week thing?
re the new/old Reilly’s location…construction stil ongoing…might be a franchise of ‘In and Out Burger’ or as i suggested, a tasty upscale casino/brothel…hot buns, one way or the other..as you might have surmised(guessed)this has been/is a ‘lite news’ kinda day..’heard that the long lost boat shipment of books is near..how near? WTF knows, but that’s the latest..is this all there is for a Saturday night? is hot chocolate and cookies next? there was a time(years ago)when I’d just be getting up about now..double espresso, double lines of marching powder and it’s Show Time! as it is,i’m excited about the apple pastry from McD’s…or another way of looking at it is that I used to hang with tarts and now it’s pop-tarts..hasta manana et cetera