Wednesday, December 14, 2022


Song-wise it was mostly a disaster, because it seems all melodically afflicted white people are Kahn Souphanousinphone. California Dreaming, Don't Worry Be Happy, and Welcome To The Hotel California. The only light in the middle of the tunnel was Jenny doing a rather stellar rendition of the theme song for The Bund (上海灘 'seung hoi taan').
Of which everyone should know the lyrics.

We left just as more musically inclined folks came in.
Perfect timing, Watson.

It was probably seeing the Stupidest Waiter in Chinatown pose-dancing or whatever at the end of the bar that reminded us that we've not seen any of the Stevies in years. There were three of them, they were gibberingly crazy, and Mike at the burger place encouraged that on slow evenings. The two gentlemen working there now would probably not.

Mike liked a bit of "entertainment".
He is still sorely missed.
Today there will be no dearth of gibberant insanity. Because of the festive season I'll be in Marin, tending to smelly crazy people. Several of whom I cannot stand.

It has taken me many years to realize that "tolerance" is overrated.
There are some people one simply endures.

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