There Goes The Neighborhood
A couple of amusing signs sighted as I walked around our neighborhood (click to enlarge)
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The one on the right is an apartment building in the vicinity of the Fremont Troll. Looking at the Troll, I think a 1-bedroom might be kind of tight.
In a sad bit of news from the ‘hood, one of our long-time favorite joints, The Luau, has closed. Just a few blocks away, it provided an aura of tropical vacation on many a drippy, dark night. There are plenty of other places a few steps away from the house to grab a beverage, but we’ll really miss this one. (ED: Those two drink pictures were not taken on the same night. All right, they probably could have been, but they weren’t.)
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So sorry, Mr. P., for your loss. I understand. Even people who live in the tropics have favorite umbrella-drink dives.
Maybe a margarita will cheer you and Mrs. P. up. I swear by this recipe: 1 jigger Tequila (good stuff, not great stuff–that you sip straight up and then stay in bed a long time the next day), 1/2 jigger Triple Sec (or Cointreau or orange Brandy if you’re up for it), 1 jigger freshly-squeezed lime juice. Shake with ice and pour straight up into a sea-salt rimmed glass. Turn up the thermostat, put on the steel guitars and break out the Hawaiian shirts.
Make you feel better every time.
Thanks for your concern, Kathleen! Yes, we had an employee at our liquor store admonish us one time about not using the tequila we were buying in margaritas. I thought he might follow us home just to make sure.
Lawless wealth management? Isn’t that all of Wall Street these days?
Let’s buy the Luau.
Too late, Brian. Someone else already did, and they are fixing to open something called “The Pourhouse”….
Phil, now you’re very sure those two drink pictures weren’t taken at the same time?
Next question… Did you enjoy all 4 of them?
An apartment for a Troll? Gee I thought they lived under bridges and in caves. The things I learn from friends.
Brian - Yeah, it’s gone. I’d have done it just to employee the waitresses!
Ginger - it was a really cold night. The “troll” connection is to an actual concrete troll who lives under a bridge in that area with a VW bug in its hand. click the link in the post.
It is for such manifestations as these that Brits believe that Americans have no true sense of irony.
As someone who had his (real) name made fun of growing up, I’m loath to make fun of anyone’s name. But sometimes for business reasons one might want to; when I drive down from Chicago to see my parents in Tennessee, I pass by a car dealership named after its owner, Tom Raper. I’d seriously consider changing my name if that were mine.
Want to change the name. Not make fun of it. Long day and a couple of glasses of wine.