I posted a few things today in my traditional Sunday cafe raps that may draw comment. As always, I reserve the right to not comment on the comments; I said what I had to say in my first posts, and probably will feel neither the need to defend it nor the desire to expand upon it.
But this is even more true today, because I suffer from the heartbreaking samskara of having a life. Today is a kinda Big Deal in Sitges, having-a-life-wise. I mean, not only is Spain playing in the final game of the World Cup tonight, the Gay Pride thang is going on, meaning that one can also attend the High Heel Race, the Sunday Cabaret Drag Show, the Miss Drag Queen Sitges contest, or a concert by performer Jose Galisteo on the promenade, followed by dancing on the beach. Less appeal- ing to me personally is the late-night Underwear Party at the Man Bar. Like Chauncey Gardner, "I like to watch." Today in Sitges is a veritable voyeur's paradise. So this is notice that whether you come up with a thoughtful response to something I wrote this morning, whether you come up with a stinging and devastating rebuttal to it, or (more likely and more wisely) just ignore anything I said as just more meaning- less cafe drivel, I'm not gonna be here. In a few minutes I'm going to be heading out to have lunch with some good friends, then watch the High Heel Race, then watch the game, and afterward hopefully check out some of the other loco mayor (major crazy) going on around town. Especially if Spain wins. I think it'll be fun. And I'm sorry, but fun trumps almost everything else for me, especially "keeping up on FFL." See you either late tonight or tomorrow, if I survive the beach dancing at my age. And if I don't, so long and thanks for all the fish. :-)
