The cool damp fall weather gives our usually hazy Southern California air a Flemish clarity, making all the edges of things stand out and showing textures as though through a microscope. The heaps of ash from the cigar guys on the patio, the melted and splattered advertising flyer on my lawn, the scratches on my car, all of it larger than life.
Tonight, Movie Guy Dan said “My money’s on the toothless kid”.
There was a guy with a shaved head and black-rimmed glasses and a CBGB T-shirt playing the usual crap acoustic versions of classic rock songs at D’s tonight. His special twist was a miniature light show of multicolored bulbs right in front of him.
At Wingsters, a restaurant that specializes in chicken wings, they added a 31st flavor. It’s Orange Cilantro Spice.
The 32nd flavor will portend the End Days.
I love those days in SoCal. It’s really hazy here. Overall, I like the weather here better, but those beautiful crisp days are wonderful.
My god. I will have to make a pilgrimage to Wingsters next time I’m out that way, just to marvel at the variety.
They are indeed the Baskin-Robbins of wing places.