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Saturday, Jun. 21, 2008 - 7:58 a.m.

Happy Summer, friends.

Yesterday afternoon, Dave took me to lunch at a place called Kung Pao House; as we drove to and from, the temperature according to the car hovered right around the 101 F mark.

And the food was hot, but that was okay because it was also delicious.

And Dave's treat.

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Cero's beckoned last night, but I only spent part of the evening there; Dave came and got me during his first break.

An intriguing bit of publicity took place, though; when Rocky was let go by Frankie, (another act at Cero's) some months back, for a number of weeks, Rocky made it very clear to anybody who would listen that he'd never work for Cero's again -- but last night found him signed up with none other than Mark Huston in a cowboy band that had been hired to perform at none other than Cero's for a western party in mid July. So, the Bob Chance Band was told by boss lady Mona to allow Mark to sing a couple of songs and mention the future event.

I was shocked at how Rocky looked, though. He is usually so fastidious about his apperance, and his face looks bloated and he looks like he's managed to put on about ten or fifteen pounds.

But then, maybe it was Mark's disarming good looks that distracted him.

They both had western clothes on, and they were sharing a beer bottle and sitting close when they were schmoozing with the customers. I've never seen a pair of straight guys act like that unless they were acting in a movie with the word 'Mountain' in the title.

I guess some people just have no idea what kind of impression they give others, -- in fact, I've had drink ice tossed at me a cube at a time by one of the Resident Lesbians there at Cero's a time or two -- but I figure of that's what they want to look like, more power to em.

I will say this for them; if they want people to talk, they're definitely on the right track!

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There's also now a big uglyass pool table where several tables and chairs used to reside; I can still see all three band members from where I now sit, but it's closer to the bar itself and the sound from the bar and the sound from the band are nearly equal to my bescroggled ears.

Cero's is kept warm, because the owner is one of those frugal types, but generally the crowd was pleasant and full of the usual friendy faces.

Overall, it was a good visit.

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I think that's it. Have a good Saturday.

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