Coffeehouse Chronicles… and I’ll do the Nicknaming Around Here

Nighttime at Paso ...it's dark and we can see stars

G’morning, Chroniclers! 

Paso has not disappointed! The Whine fest is on! The First Lady likes to call The HB “Mama Bear,” and the moniker does fit. The HB takes great pride in being a very caring, very thoughtful person. She’s always one step ahead of most people and, quite frankly, strides in front of Your Hero. 

Biggam seems to think that a Hose Jockey can intimidate me. Apparently he forgotthat they didn't go in until we made it safe first.

Knowing the HB as well as I do, she is trying to figure out a way to make sure that the cupboards and fridge at home are stocked up for when the grands stop by after school. One of our little munchkins is a senior this year and gets out of school a few hours before his sib. He dutifully uses the Coffeehouse as a layover as his sister finishes up her last two classes and volleyball practice. It’s important that there is ice cream and spicy kimchi bowls available for him while he recharges his batteries, the ones in his body as well as the one in his cellphone, as he splays himself out on the living room floor as if he were a Labrador Retriever.

Yesterday, the HB started out the day as a short-order cook, making my fave, a bacon & egg sammich. And since she was already there, why not check with our Hose Jockey neighbor, Biggam, Tenille, and The Right Reverend Doctor to see if they each wanted one too? All readily agreed and hot-footed it over to our rig to watch The HB do her magic.

The HB and the grill that made the Right Reverend Doctor cry a little

Many of you can guess what happened next. When The Right Rev saw the portable tabletop grill that the HB was using, his eyes got as big as saucers. I wasn’t sure if he was salivating more over the thought of the tasty sammich that he was about to devour or the handy, dandy new stove that he didn’t have, but suddenly couldn’t live without. 

His mood was tempered when he looked over toward the First Lady for approval, and what he got in return was a stern look and a firm “NO! You do not need it!” The First Lady had recently reclaimed some RV storage for the six new pairs of very colorful running shoes and had no intention of giving that up. Personally, I have it on good authority that she is planning a coup in an attempt to get more space and another plastic tub of sneakers onto the rig somehow, someday soon.

Did you know that the First Lady has a more pronounced running shoe fetish than Cmdr. McCroc does with his Crocs? 

Look, I’m not one to tell tales, but…

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So, a few of us slid into downtown Paso the other night after our drive down from Monterey, just to wind down and grab some vittles. If you ever find yourself here, we give Pappy McGregor's five stars! The food, the atmosphere, the wait staff, and the cocktails — ALL MAHVELOUS DAWLING! 

It was so good that we went back the next night, with 20 of our closest friends!

Oh, and it is usually I who doles out nicknames like they’re candy, but apparently, Mrs. Obama, of the West Coast Obamas, wants to get in on the fun. Tenille brought his sister out so that she could see what it’s like when this group of crazies gets together. She, like most good street cops, thought ahead and decided not to enter the location without bringing proper backup. Welcome, Jackie and Rae-Rae. 

Jackie is not her name, or it wasn’t until Mrs. Obama decided that the name given to her at birth was either too boring or that she just didn’t like it. Mrs. Obama has been calling Beverly "Jackie" for the better part of a week and has been wondering why Tenille brought his sister when she was going to act stuck-up and ignore people who were just being nice to her. 

Yes, the light finally came on over Mrs. Obama’s head yesterday, when Beverly turned around when someone used her actual name and not the name Mrs. Obama decided that she should called. 

“Ohhhhhhhh.”

I know it was not nice of me to take perverse pleasure in watching Mrs. Obama try to engage Jackie in conversation. Mrs. Obama has a personality where she wants to make new people feel welcome, but Jackie never seemed to warm up to Mrs. Obama. 

Hee hee. Oh well, I will have to amuse myself in some other fashion now, the jig is up.

More shenanigans to follow, I am sure.

You know what to do!  Drink ‘em if you got ‘em!

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