Barfly 1 July 2010
by Deb L
Thank You: I’ve received many e-mails, calls and kind words from you since my heavy public admission of what’s been going on in my life and truly, you have kept me going. They say, “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,” but I wonder, what if it kills you? What is the lesson I keep missing these past 38 years that is so important the universe chose to hit me with it so drastically this time? My self-analysis has led me to some hypotheses, one being my trouble with the passage of time. I remember nearly having a nervous breakdown the four months prior to my tenth birthday because in my mind after “9” I would no longer be a “one number person,” and the finality of that fact wreaked havoc with my psyche. Then came the teenage years and my worries about those beginning and more so, ending. I’ve never really been able to just “be” where I am in life and enjoy my time. Now, with my boyfriend in prison for an indeterminate amount of time, it’s like everything has just stopped. I can’t worry about time running out to have a baby with him because that choice has been taken away from me. So what happens now? Now I take MY time. I decided I can only look ahead a few months at a time because when I start thinking years I get too overwhelmed. I really think the all-powerful universe could have come up with something a little less tragic but what do I know…
What I Do Know: A few weeks ago I went to an improv comedy troupe performance at the Hermosa Beach Second Story Playhouse, Pier Ave/PCH called, “April Fool’s” and was blown away. Funny enough, while waiting outside the courtroom that fateful day, I got to talking with a woman who happened to be from Long Island, just a few towns away from me, so when she mentioned she was in a comedy troupe, all I needed to know was when and where! There are about a dozen funny folks in this crew ranging in age 20-60. They dressed in jeans and red t-shirts and took turns going up on stage in different groups and with the help of the audience, (Pick a place! Pick an activity!) they made magic. I’d never seen anything like it. Good clean fun for all ages. Keep up on their gigs on Facebook at April’s Fools Improv Troupe. For general info on the HB Playhouse call 310.372.4477 or go to hermosabeachplayhouse.com.. Laughter is good for the soul…
New: Remember TJ Charlyz (now Blue 32), Hermosa Ave, HB? Well, former owner Steve Dahdah is back with a new resto in Redondo called Calamari’s, Torrance Boulevard/Prospect. Steve tells me they have great Italian food and they deliver – bonus. Check out calamarisrestaurant.com or call 310.792.9300 for more info…
New to Delivery: Finally, THE place for sandwiches in Hermosa, Mickey’s, Hermosa Ave, is offering delivery from Pier-to-Pier (Redondo-Manhattan) every day from 5-9 p.m. Call 310.376.2330 or order online at mickeysdeli.com…
Sprechen-sie Deutsche? Well, they were last Sunday in Afreak! I made the mistake of watching England get their bangers blown off at a British bar and the bloody buggars were bouncing off the walls. Funny enough I was at that same bar the week before wearing my, “Mind the Gap,” shirt and a bloke asked if I knew the meaning of the phrase. “Yeah it means don’t fall in the friggin’ hole!” In the NY subway system we aren’t that polite. When the doors are about to open there is no announcement that says, “Approaching Piccadilly Circus. Mind the Gap,” like the London Underground. There’s usually an inaudible announcement that’s supposed to be, “Canal Street,” but sounds more like the teacher in Charlie Brown, “Wa wah wah,” and if you fall down, we laugh at you. No one was laughing last Sunday when England fell to Germany nor when USA lost to Ghana the day before. I actually watched that game at home because I wanted to pay close attention to the game. I had to laugh when the British commentator tried to get into the American mind: “I can imagine a lot of people back home in the USA watching this, really, with glum faces and in silence just hoping, praying something will break,” and I thought, “Oh bloody hell!” as I pictured my fellow countrymen, running around with American flags tied around their necks as capes and those hard-hats with the two cans of beer attached to the sides on their heads handing out Jello shots to their friends who are playing quarters on their dining room table. I am proud of my people getting into the world’s sport this year but we still don’t really get it. It will be a cold day in Tuscan before we call it “Futball” or the rest of the world calls it “Soccer”…
Questions? Comments? Contact DebL at BarflyDebLG@aol.com. ER