“I ain’t afraid of no ghost!”
Mecca (Dallas version):
I suppose it means something when there’s a table with at least six cops sitting at it, like, the food’s good or something.
Then, I watched through the window while two more LEOs showed up. (LEO = Law Enforcement Officer, not someone born between July 21 and Virgo.)
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[/style>”Enough cops here?” he muttered.
Another officer was joining him, and there’s something ulta-not-sexy about getting out of a mini-van. But that could be my own, personal coloring.
Coffee: new place in Dallas. And surprise, the staff was friendly, and the coffee was amazingly good: tell them Bubba sent you.
Virgo and Scorpio sisters, apparently. Trendy, uber-hipster name: GACHET. But surprisingly enough, a really smooth, deep espresso that made my hair curl. More.
While I waxed eloquent, I doubt my sincerity was appreciated. But it was true. The first time I’ve tasted something better than Little City’s brew. Or Jo’s. That’s smooth. Smooth & strong. Like I’d like my women?
“No, he likes his women like an iced double espresso: cold & bitter.”
The ghosts? I’m not sure there here anymore. I’m not sure some of the folks are aware of their history, either. Lower Greenville, I asked the Virgo, “You know where the old Hot Club was?”
She didn’t have a clue. After motoring around for a few moments, I spotted the location. Next to the head shop. Not anymore. I suppose, in part, some of this history occurred before she was born, but that’s also what makes the place famous.
The Tango Frogs, on top of Carl’s Corner, to Daddy-O’s work, the Lone Star Cafe in NY, the fish outside the Hula Hut in Austin. Back to Lower Greenville. Maybe they should call South Congress, in Austin, Lower Congress instead.
Back at the show, back at work? The Aries from the Scientology booth kept cruising me.
