I found heaven in a cup. Strong and robust this swirling concoction is. I’m a fan of Cuban coffee but reluctant to try it or should I say time it, so I’m stirring when I should be winding down. I used to say teasingly the best way to get my home ready for guests was get an espresso and take a Claritin. Now I can be legit but finding Cuban coffee is not easy if your are mid Florida. MIAMI no problem. I remember an episode of the Kardashians, Khloe was on a mission to feed her habit. She was bouncing off the walls. They took phen-phen away. Cocaine is definitely out. What’s left. Cuban coffee. Melao.
Being out on the road has its perks. Laundry and showers are a big treat but even better is staying at a hotel. Until they catch you. Checking in a young good looking chap hands me a card for my free gift. I think it’s gift bag with sunscreen and visor. It’s a pretty cornflower blue bag made out of paper. The gal who hands me the freebie goes through her spiel and it sounds so good. 90 minute presentation if you not interested you get a hundred bucks. If you are interested, there is hell to pay. 10 grand gets you one week in Daytona Beach. And the maintenance fee is every month. I declined politely and as any good salesman knows you go through several “No” b4 you get a yes. I said I sold time shares before “oh really where?” ” Waikiki Oahu” thank goodness I was off the hook. But in the morning I got phone call “Are you sure?” Said the Diamond resort rep. “Yes and thank you for calling” . Got ready to hit the resort pool and forgot my suit, I went across the street and they put the merchandise in that pretty cornflower blue bag.
Gotta hand it to you routine bloggers. I have not been keeping up with and ya’ll know who you are. My hats off to You. Lots happening so here in Florida. At Cape Canaveral there are launches not just the Space X Kind so monday there’s one and I am gonna check it out. Florida state tax is 6 something % helps when I make a yacht purchase (just kidding I know Luxury tax). According to a local the Atlantic sea and Gulf of Mexico weather create conditions that results in rain every day about 4pm during the summer and sure enough a drop hit me at 4ish. Down time I went to Cosco and closed my eyes and I knew I was in Florida. Cuban’s Spanish, based on unique inflection and intonation sounds like speaking into a giant funnel. The language starts big ends small and fast. My first exposure to Cuban Spanish happened in grade school. “Myrna are your parents fighting?” “No that’s how we talk”. All around me I was in the funnel & loved it. Cuban crackers too are quite unique. Large slight concave discs blanched white, like rusk sand dollar in size. And if I’m not paying attention I can eat a whole bag. Retention ponds abound. The hotel I’m at allows pets. So far I counted 18 dogs Then I found out there’s dog show here in Orlando. Got a quick lesson in butterfly management at Cosco too. You can have a butterfly garden so they lay (eggs) and stay. It was a sweet and funny chit chat with an elderly gentleman. I said “pupa before larva” he said “get a book”. Milkweed is the buffet for these creatures. Both him and I agreed the miracle flight the Monarchs take every season. Then I bought the bug spray he was promoting. Best part is driving around in a big Ford truck. I feel country.
Few days lay over. In my home town Las Vegas. Poker poker poker was on the menu. I arrived at the table and people were saying “ya security is coming”. Listening intently I found out some guy took a nice lady’s phone. She had the wherewithal to call her own phone and heard her distinctive ring. “Give me my phone you took”. His upper left chest pocket was buzzing and the guy gave it back no apologies and continued to play as though nothing happened. So here’s what I observed. Security came and the 2 guards asked him to get up, looked at his ID and he “smiled ” for the camera as they took his picture. He was asked never to set foot on the property. He took his money he had no visible signs of remorse. You could tell it was a smarmy thing to do. He had about a hundred bucks in front of him. People on and off the table were examining motives as to why. Las Vegas is a rough town and lots of people here are on dope. I also know Las Vegas is a great town too. Lots of special people and an elderly community that has taught me how to play solid poker. I approached the gal and said I was sorry she had to experience that and she said she was okay. Lesson learned.
The Orleans hotel this past weekend was host to the International Burlesque Hall of Fame. I saw my first show at the Pink Door thanks to my sister, who said “it’s a must do while in Seattle.” Having a vague idea, I looked forward to seeing beautiful bodies titillating us with fancy snow white feather fans, pasties and all camp. What I experienced was so much more. To me burlesque became about transformation. The show that night moved me to tears. This Asian gal arrived on stage with music that resonated Adagio. She slowly pull from her hair a crimson scarf from both sides and she slowly removed articles of clothing to reveal a beautiful alibaster body and with each slow movement I could feel the lump in throat become a hard knot. It’s was only after the show did my wise sister tell me that the last act was indeed a boy becoming a girl. I’m forever a fan. A gal in the hotel elevator said she is from Seattle and “Yes I performed at the Pink door”. I asked “Is Waxie Moon here?” “Yes he is”. Now close your eyes and picture a sinewy lithe 6’6 man who doesn’t wax, stripping down to a bedazzled thong. He was all camp and without uttering a single word he showed me how special this form of exhibitionism is. Bustles, corsets and cleavage with an array of jewel tone capes and shimmer. I especially appreciated that attendees all whom were proud of their own respective bodies regardless of size. As luck would have it all the events were sold out but once the doors let out there was still a show.