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In Re His Greekship.


Gaius Octavius

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It was my pleasure to have met His Greekness, Don Giovanni (aka Pantagathus) :notworthy: , about a week ago. He and his Domina trod up from one of the the outlying provinces to America. I picked him up with the Imperial Chariot somewhere in an exurb of NYC. We somehow knew each other immediately. At first, I must tell you that he is the handsome ideal of a Southern Gentleman. We yakked about many things, (strangling Ramses; putting a hex on Pertinax :notworthy: ) on our way to Brookfordshiresexingham for lunch at Fairway. He never once 'showed me up' on my lack of knowledge of things Roman.

 

I made the mistake of taking a side trip over the Brooklyn Bridge (which I tried to sell to him) to lower Manhattan to show him what was left of the World Trade Center and a bit of Wall St. Sat in traffic for quite a while, as Broadway funneled down to one lane and we could not get down Wall Street for the destruction taking place. So the NYSE, the Sub-Treasury Building and the shrapnel marks on the Morgan Guaranty Trust Co. wall were off the menu. Got to the WTC area. All we could see was a fence. Off to Brooketc. Showed him the site where I spent my first day in jail when I was about 7 or 8 years old. Finally hit Fairway.

 

Picked up some fruit, soda, a baguette and semolina bread, olives and sweet & sour red peppers and - Ta Da - some pecorino, Scottish Mull, Prestige de Boulogne and Blue Gouda cheeses. All to die for!!! Death by Cheese! (Eat your liver out Pertinax! :notworthy: ) Had to wash it down with Pepsi (no booze allowed). We nibbled for a long time on the enclosed patio facing the harbor. One can see from north of the Statue of Liberty south to Staten Island as one chomps away. Although the weather started out miserable, by now the old gods were shining on us.

 

His Greekness :notworthy: caught site of two dusky swans paddling their little innocent hearts out in the harbour a few feet from us. It was all I could do to stop P from making a meal of them. Amongst the rubble there were Civil War era buildings all over the place. A couple of trolley cars graced the patio. We then bopped along some cobble stone streets (in worse shape than the Via Appia Antiga) to a mole with a view of Lower Manhattan and Gouvenour's Island - site of the old First Army and later Coast Guard Headquarters. Think that he has pics of all. Time to head off for dinner.

 

Dropped off the remnants of lunch along with some Dogfish Head Ale (which he recommended - delish) and some Trappistee Ale (which he kindly got for me - haven't tried it yet) at the wigwam and picked up my Consort. His Lady was otherwise enterprised with some of her pals. Off to Coney Island and Gargulio's Restaurant. The maitre d' kissed my hand in greeting. This astounded P. Went into the church first and had a few pops. Bride had beer; he vino; me dirty extra dry vodka martinis on the rocks. Noted that he wasn't drinking vino. Told him that I would pour it into his pocket if he didn't commence. Never occurred to me that it might have tasted like battery acid! Oh, well! P entertained and charmed my Bride throughout the evening.

 

Off to table. They split a bottle of vino. And all had things to eat. (Hope it all was at least passable.) To the :blink: of all, I poured a bit of their wine into my now languishing martini and ate my calamari with my fingers. Of a sudden a fusillade of shots was heard from outside. P hit the deck like a dive bomber going at Yamato. Not a big deal. Happens all the time in Brooketc. Just a few of the lads probably settling a Cicero-Caesar thing. Had sfogliatelle for desert - saved one for his Lady.

 

At this place, when it comes time to settle up, you get a chance to leave scot free - if you pick the right number on a tile that falls out of a container. Told P to pick the number. P's luck was out to lunch. Off to pick up P's Lady in Manhattan.

 

She is the epitome of a Southern Belle. A soft drawl that sends electricity down to ones heels and up to the ears. I paid no attention whatsoever to P during the drive back to exurbia for listening to Her and my Bride babbling. As I am irresistible, She slipped an arm around me as we parted and as I tried to teach her how to say 'sfogliatelle'. :wub: Sounds better Her way.

 

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Of a sudden a fusillade of shots was heard from outside. P hit the deck like a dive bomber going at Yamato. Not a big deal.

Actually, GO is trying to protect me from inquiry... In reality, I was caught up in it outside... I was on the phone with the Domina when two rival sushi delivery boys started going at each other as if it was Kill Bill 3 and one of the nihontos sliced my jacket. I went inside, asked the bartender for a piece, he knew that I was with Don Tomasso so he gave it to me...

 

So I went back out side and fired a couple of shots at the fish peddlers... :2guns:

 

Not withstanding a great day! Don Tomasso is most gracious :notworthy:

 

BTW, the Blue Gouda was a real standout and Fairway market is a gem. I'll post pictures when I finally get a chance.

 

I'd like to add that the sfogliatelle's were not on the menu, it was the Don's influence that facilitated their being produced in the kitchen that night. Delicious!

 

(Doc, I ain't worried about the Domina, I think Don Tomasso and I have an understanding... :whip: )

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Pantagathus are you really Seth Gecko ? You are always under ballistic , vampyre or katana attack , but always emerge composed and having eaten well.

 

Your Grace: :notworthy:

 

The Mark of a True Gracious Southern Gentleman and Scholar. :king: :notworthy:

 

BTW, those two hooligans were debating as to who would get to deliver that bait first for the bigger tip. :fish: Seems that some disreputable lad played a joke on mama san. Delivering chum to an Eyetalian restaurant! How insulting! Those two bicycle wielders have had their careers put on hold. :stretcher:

 

:ph34r:

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I need to take a trip to this "Brookenhausen" myself someday soon...

 

(strangling Ramses; putting a hex on Pertinax :notworthy:)

 

:ph34r:

 

Will alert the magistrates and the constabulary. :ph34r:

 

:D

 

P.S.

Let me know when. We'll have lunch @ Fairway - IF you bring 'that' girl with you. :lol:

:ph34r:

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Pantagathus are you really Seth Gecko ? You are always under ballistic , vampyre or katana attack , but always emerge composed and having eaten well.

 

I chalk it up to daimonios... :notworthy:

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Is that a devil or a benign Divine spirit? :ph34r:

I hate Greek speakers! :ph34r:

Come come dear sir! Would I chalk anything up to something I don't believe in? Christian devil, HA!

 

Daimonois: II. divine intervention, visitations of heaven, ways of the Gods

 

:smartass:

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Yo! Ramses: :mummy:

 

You are on for lunch also - provided that you bring your girlfriend along. Is she a belly dancer? :ph34r:

 

DoL, :wub: you have a standing invitation also - provided that you don't bring a boyfriend along. :lol:

 

:ph34r:

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Yo! Ramses:

 

You are on for lunch also - provided that you bring your girlfriend along. Is she a belly dancer?

 

Ha! The church would excommunicate me if I had a belly dancing girlfriend. :ph34r: I'll come to the party with a puppet you know, 'say hello to my little friend.' :ph34r:

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I'll come to the party with a puppet you know, 'say hello to my little friend.' :D

 

:mummy:

 

?Que?

 

:ph34r:

Dont call Him Scarface!

 

:notworthy:

 

That is a Coptic mummy! :mummy:

Why are you trying to send him to the Dark Side of the Moon with Barf Tomater? Hah? :ph34r:

 

:lol:

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DoL, :wub: you have a standing invitation also - provided that you don't bring a boyfriend along. :ph34r:

 

Well, considering that there is no boyfriend in the picture...we're all good!

 

I will make it out to the greater New Netherlands area soon enough...no idea when, but I have a few itches that I need scratching!

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:lol:

 

Well, are all y'all happy? I was celebrating Jove, Bacchus and whoever the the Cheese god is; fell asleep in my computer chair; fell out of it and whacked my left temple on a piece of junk hanging around these parts! :ph34r:

 

Which one of you put a curse on me? :ph34r:

 

:D

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:lol:

 

Well, are all y'all happy? I was celebrating Jove, Bacchus and whoever the the Cheese god is; fell asleep in my computer chair; fell out of it and whacked my left temple on a piece of junk hanging around these parts! :ph34r:

 

Which one of you put a curse on me? :ph34r:

 

When in doubt, blame it on the devil...or on Pan...whichever is more convenient.

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