There is such a thing, on a Friday afternoon, as the finest “al fresco” dining experience ever. Imagine an All–American Hamburger, covered up in peppers, drenched with fake cheese product and fairly dripping in cheap yellow mustard. Add some French Fries with a generous dose of questionable chili and more yellow cheese looking goo, and there you have it. It was dining experiencewithout equal. Lunch with my neighbor at Sonic. Parked where we can listen to the cars stalled on Riverside in the late afternoon heat, choking ourselves on grease and exhaust fumes.
Raising the Bar: it all started when a Virgo friend asked me what I wanted from Hawaii, “I’ll be there on vacation soon, my chart does look good for travel?” “Sure it looks good for travel as long as you bring me some Kona Coffee Beans.” Day to day, I drink local blends, but when someone is going to go all out, my preferred bean is real Kona. For a stretch, last winter, I kept getting girlfriends who furnished me with various Kona blends including one Red Headed girl who brought me Texas Traditions Kona. Real stuff, real good. And the coffee was good, too. So there’s this one blond haired Gemini, and she calls me with a chart question, and asks what she can do, she’s in Maui right now. On her last vacation, she FEDEXed a pound of coffee and a topless postcard. So I got coffee and visual candy, too. What’s it going to be this time? Real beach bunnies and how do you fit that in a UPS package?
