Pictured Me and the little Mexican dude at InnExile.
A fond farewell to Jerry Armstrong, who passed away last weekend. Jerry had been the man with the plan over at Manhandler for about 30 years. He was always a happy face and he will be sorely missed. He's gone to the great back forty in the sky.
So if none of you saw me out this week, that's because I was laying in bed, packed with ice and trying feverishly to recover from IML weekend. I promise I'm back to normal.
Popped in to InnExile last night, hoping to catch a glimpse of the young, hot Poles I love so well. Such was not the case, but still had a blast. I ran into the big Polish dude and the little Mexican dude ( In this case, names escape me so I have to go right to nationality. If that's too un-P.C. for you, fuck off. ) . He may be Mexican, but his hands sure were Roamin'.
And so off to Escapades, the little tiki joint off Harlem Ave. On last writing, I put in a jagged little blurb about them needing a massive makeover. Wouldn't you know that the week that column came out, they were in the process of remodeling? Prescient much? Anyhow, the palce is looking much better. Good job, Keith. They made my stay quite relaxing. Who knows what the decor might be the next time I stop in?
Mel, I am so sorry I miscredited your pix to me in last week's issue. Your pictures of The Chicago Kings were hot. I'm sure all would agree.