we’re about to head out to Lotta Pinata for dinner. that’s not what it’s really called; that’s what the girls think it is. close enough. I’ve been going there since before I was legal age to drink. I remember when one of my clique-mates was a bartender there, Tan Dan (it was the 80′s). it was the hottest pre-funk ticket in town, dollar drinks before 6, and free chips.
now I just go there for the tamales.
the man’s building cabinets in the tv/laundry room. they look pretty durned good.
I’m being sanctioned for foul language, well, SHAMED, I should say. if he actually wants me to STOP, he should ask. in the words of fp: chuh!
I went to the futon store for a bean bag chair and a zen clock (you know, the kind that wake you up with a soft bell), but came out with a three foot long basket (with lid) and a chenille/velvet blankie and pillow…oh and a mint/eucalyptus eye pillow. if the basket had been bigger I might have napped in it…the girls took turns. instead, I took my blankie and pillows upstairs and dozed while the little people played Coffee Shop. all I had to do was grunt when they asked me what I wanted and occasionally make some slurping sounds. I’ve had worse naps. eventually they get bored and go bother someone else.
they’re getting a new selection of beanbag chairs in two weeks. I liked the looks of the clock with the zodiac instead of numbers. excellent.
I been a sickie.
