Missing the Paigow (et al.) [sniff]

[Pretty Little Flower]

Originally posted by Southern Patriot
Be careful. Not only is he "friendly", but he's "smart", too.

Stay calm, Hank. Don't take the bait. It is just a sock. The more you react in anger, the more encouraged the sock will become.

[Hank Chinaski]

Originally posted by notcasesensitive
Cabo Wabo is like a Hard Rock for the tourist crowd there. I've spent a grand total of 1/2 hour in there ever. And I go to Cabo at least once a year. Never been to El Squid Roe.

There's a tacky bar in the courtyard outside of Cabo Wabo that has ridiculously cheap beer (and they gave me a free Budweiser cow-patterned cowboy hat for no apparent reason the last time I was there - wanted to keep it for some future Halloween costume, but I'm pretty sure I parted company with it sometime later in the night's festivities that night) and the rickety Mexico bar vibe. I recommend that place and the (purported) smallest bar in the world, which is in Cabo. Especially if you are in a group of 10 or so people and you can force the tacky cruiseboat tourists who are there out the door quickly. I'll have to get the name of the place from one of my friends, because I'm blanking on it right now, but it makes for a good evening. You can pick your music from the CDs behind the bar and make small talk with the bartendress all evening, while only being annoyed by your own drunk friends, instead of by drunk strangers.

Going to Cabo Wabo and El Squid Roe is the equivalent of going to Senor Frogs in Cancun. Who recommended those places?* People at the hotel?




*(please don't tell me it was Mr Man)




ETA: smallest bar = Slim's Elbow Room

I would think the Sammy Hagar ownership would have been enough to predict whether Cabo Wabo would be a good time.

[Southern Patriot]

Originally posted by Pretty Little Flower
Stay calm, Hank. Don't take the bait. It is just a sock. The more you react in anger, the more encouraged the sock will become.

Haven't you heard? It's not bait, because he enjoys being stupid.

[Hank Chinaski]

Originally posted by Pretty Little Flower
Stay calm, Hank. Don't take the bait. It is just a sock. The more you react in anger, the more encouraged the sock will become.

Technically not a sock- it's GGG trying to come back w/o the baggage that he accumulated. Since I ran GGG off before it bothers me the way Salk must be bothered to hear polio spores are still around.

[ThurgreedMarshall]

Originally posted by Hank Chinaski
I would think the Sammy Hagar ownership would have been enough to predict whether Cabo Wabo would be a good time.

Who knew? I found out two days after I went that he owned it. He should be ashamed of himself...on second thought, if I were pulling in the cash he is at a place like that, I'd be in there every night checking out my investment.

TM

[notcasesensitive]

Originally posted by ThurgreedMarshall
We had a drink in there. It was fun until one other person came in and I felt crowded.

You ain't kiddin', sister. I guess we just wanted to see why they were such a big draw. We still don't know.

Someone at the firm (middle-aged, not-so-corny,-or-so-I-thought white guy -- an east coast Mr. Man?) and a few people at the resort recommended those places.

Since you go down once a year, would you ever consider getting a time share there? I was really thinking about it, but I think if I ever got one, it would be on the Carribean, because the flights were not fun.

TM

I'd never buy a timeshare, but I did love that resort (were the timeshares at the Sunset Beach property (it looks that way from your picture)? that was about my favorite resort to stay at of all time (the views, the whales, the amenities, the building materials used and overall quality of resort construction, etc.). but I don't put down the $$ for places like One and Only or La Ventanas, so I'm sure there are nicer places out there...

I'm too into flexibility for vacation plans and I actually like staying a different places each time I go somewhere. If you are interested in timeshares though, there is an old-skooler who you should talk to about the pluses and minuses. I believe I've already told you who that is...


PS. Nice post count. I'll have to take a hiatus until you have me out-posted again...

[Hank Chinaski]

Originally posted by ThurgreedMarshall
Who knew? I found out two days after I went that he owned it. He should be ashamed of himself...on second thought, if I were pulling in the cash he is at a place like that, I'd be in there every night checking out my investment.

TM

2. Running a tequilla bar on the Mexican coast is a better gig than waking up at 5 AM to do a radio show in Manhatten.

[LessinSF]

Originally posted by ThurgreedMarshall
So, I went to Cabo ...

You basically got it. Middle-aged men golfing and deep-sea fishing, while their wives shop and sit on the beach, followed by them drinking too much tequila while listening to either: (1) the soundtracks of their youth (Jimmy Buffett); or (b) bad, pop hip-hop.

Re the time shares, I wouldn't do one for the reasons that NCS stated. I like to go different places, and I could never be sure that I could swap my week (unless you knew you had the TITS place in Hawaii or something).

That said, the last time I was there, this "swinger" couple hit on the girl I was with at El Squid Roe (but they didn't want me involved), which was vastly amusing to watch.

Originally posted by Hank Chinaski
2. Running a tequilla bar on the Mexican coast is a better gig than waking up at 5 AM to do a radio show in Manhatten.

I give that show a week, tops. He is a headcase. Trying to buy weed in Washington Square Park should be an aggravated felony for the sheer stupidity involved.

Here's a cute little fluff piece from the NYT. Robin was apparently not impressed:

December 16, 2005
Public Lives
A Studio for the Coolest Guy in the Room
By ROBIN FINN
LIVE large. Vent large. David Lee Roth, attired in several layers of urban black outerwear and very much at home in this penthouse suite at the W New York hotel, is doing both. And no, that's not the air-conditioning that's inexplicably cranked up: He has, on purpose, left the door to the patio wide open to admit the frigid evening air. Bracing! Similar to a large dose of him.

No wonder the prognosticators at Infinity Broadcasting are giving Diamond Dave with his singular pair of lungs - he calls his voice the audio version of ripped, wrinkled and rowdy vintage blue jeans or, in Japanese: wabi-sabi - a crack at reinventing himself next month behind a microphone in Howard Stern's kingless kingdom.

"The Hollander brothers are adventurous, danger-loving visionaries for hiring a guy like me," Mr. Roth announces. "I'm getting total control! Such an aberration in this industry! As an artist, this is a pre-eminent performance!" (Yes, he's excited about the new job.)

Would it be uncool to ask how come the wintry temperature en suite? Or to ask why the heck the former mouthpiece of Van Halen, the now-estranged assemblage known for hits like "Jump," "Panama" and "Runnin' With the Devil," slaps on a baseball cap and a moderately menacing headset before he acquiesces to having his picture taken? Maybe, but who cares? Not him. Turns out he is a tad sensitive about his unkempt mousy brown hair; the headset is a leftover from helicopter flying today in proud pursuit of a pilot's license he has craved since he read and watched "M*A*S*H."

Between bouts of self-generated hysteria - refreshing to see a guy from the jaded, celebrity side of the coin still able to get such a kick out of himself - he is a virtual open book, and even offers up, unsolicited, his bedside manner: "It's not who you sleep with," warns the never-married Mr. Roth, "it's who wants to sleep with you again." No fooling.

Best to get back to the weather in here. The patio door to the Great Outdoors is open because Mr. Roth, effervescent and vociferously verbal at 51 despite being 20 years past his rock-star prime, is a fresh air freak, even with the temperature hovering at freezing. Press him and he is liable to display slides of his treks to the Himalayas, New Guinea and other exotic spots.

To fend off the chill, his sips from a glass mug of black coffee are interspersed with giddier gulps from a tiny bottle of Courvoisier: Mr. Roth is no stranger to the joys of minibars. Besides, he has protocol on his side: "Oh please, it's Happy Hour," he rasps.

It is terminally clear who the coolest person in the room is: him, even if he did chop off his peroxide gold, titan-of-old-school-rock mane last year when the enlistment bug hit and he joined up, in quasi-anonymity, as an emergency medical technician. Talk about your unanticipated career segue. Now, he's metamorphosing again. Only this time, he's banking on his rocker reputation and talk is his new currency.

Same voice: "I think I'm the one single voice who has united the liberal left with the Nascar voting bloc," he says of the audience for his music, which encompasses six multiplatinum Van Halen albums and eight solo releases. Different gig: Mr. Roth is just a few weeks from taking over what he describes as "the hottest seat in American radio," Mr. Stern's at WXRK-FM, a job for which he deems himself uniquely qualified: Sure he can sing, but as a conversationalist, just wait, he will knock your socks off.

Not to digress - a specialty of Mr. Roth's, whose conversation has much in common with a ricocheting bullet - but his willingness to ingratiate himself with his not-as-hip interlocutor is less flattering than might be expected.

"Come on, I can bond with a fire hydrant," he says, explaining his faith in his conversational prowess. "I can interview a Dalmatian," he adds. "It's about the capacity to entertain, like at a really good Algonquin table. I've got a fourth-degree black belt in conversation; I think in bold caps!" Obviously.

HE is not, by the way, out to attempt anything so gauche as to replace Mr. Stern. "I'm not the new Howard," Mr. Roth says. "Your editorial bias is entirely based on your memories, and I couldn't think of more diverse backgrounds than between the two of us. The only thing I have distinctly in common with Howard is a wicked sense of humor. And Hanukkah."

Mr. Roth grew up in Indiana, and after his father attended medical school on the G.I. Bill, the family moved to Pasadena, Calif., where he encountered the Van Halen brothers and attended integrated schools, his explanation for cultivating a voice that "on a good day sounds like it belongs to a 75-year-old black guy." Muhammad Ali, James Brown and Errol Flynn (because he always got the girl) were templates; so was the Scarecrow from "The Wizard of Oz." Mr. Roth, who has an East Side apartment and an East Village office, values his brain.

His 6-to-10-a.m. slot starts Jan. 3 at the newly dubbed FREE FM, his home studio in New York City. (The first guest is his Uncle Manny Roth, who ran the storied Cafe Wha in Greenwich Village.) His only diva-esque request for revamping Mr. Stern's space was the installation of a 10-by-10-foot patch of parquet floor. He is an incorrigible pacer - "I call it Dave's famous walk to nowhere" - and plans to do his show standing up. Wearing army boots.

Go figure.

[Pretty Little Flower]

Originally posted by LessinSF
You basically got it. Middle-aged men golfing and deep-sea fishing, while their wives shop and sit on the beach, followed by them drinking too much tequila while listening to either: (1) the soundtracks of their youth (Jimmy Buffett); or (b) bad, pop hip-hop.

Jesus. I read this and began to think about spending a tequila buzz sitting in a bar in Cabo and listening to middle aged sunburned dudes exchanging golfing war stories with Jimmy Buffett providing the soundtrack.

My penis fell off.

[ltl/fb]

Originally posted by Pretty Little Flower
Jesus. I read this and began to think about spending a tequila buzz sitting in a bar in Cabo and listening to middle aged sunburned dudes exchanging golfing war stories with Jimmy Buffett providing the soundtrack.

My penis fell off.

That's funny. I'm not seeing anything on the earthquake site about some 5+ event in MN.

[bold_n_brazen]

Originally posted by Pretty Little Flower
Jesus. I read this and began to think about spending a tequila buzz sitting in a bar in Cabo and listening to middle aged sunburned dudes exchanging golfing war stories with Jimmy Buffett providing the soundtrack.

My penis fell off.

Than can come in handy. You can leave it home when you think it's gonna get you in trouble, or you can rent it out when you don't need it.

[Pretty Little Flower]

Originally posted by ltl/fb
That's funny. I'm not seeing anything on the earthquake site about some 5+ event in MN.

I was receiving unsolicited no-strings-attached fellatio at the time, so that cushioned the fall.

[Pretty Little Flower]

Originally posted by bold_n_brazen
Than can come in handy. You can leave it home, when you think it's gonna get you in trouble, or you can rent it out, when you don't need it.

I cannot think of a time when 1) I don't think it will get me in trouble, or 2) I don't need it.

[Shape Shifter]

Originally posted by Pretty Little Flower
I cannot think of a time when 1) I don't think it will get me in trouble, or 2) I don't need it.

Once bitten and twice shy
I keep my distance but you still catch my eye
Tell me baby, do you recognise me?
Well it's been a year it doesn't surprise me
(Happy Christmas!)
I wrapped it up and sent it
With a note saying "I love you" I meant it
Now I know what a fool I've been
But if you kissed me now I know you'd fool me again


Last Christmas I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year to save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special