17 Degrees, Blowing Like a Bustard, and Mission Control, We’ve Got Chupas and then Some!!!


That’s right… In Harwich, we’re freezing our tail sections off. Why I’ll bet it’s so cold that you’ve completely forgotten Valentines Day… We’re just trying to cover your six boss…

Back to the cold… This is post number 203… Think of all that nice warm weather we’ve shared over the last couple of years and even taken for granted… Not any more… It’s a stinkin’ 17 degrees out there, and that’s not the worst of it…

There’s something you non-Cape people don’t quite understand about the “Land of the Cod” – we have chupacabras.

Yes, yes, yes… We also have your ubiquitous zombies, ghosts, bigfeet, and politicians, but nothing is a pip on a cold windy night like the chupas pounding on the back door and stomping on the roof. Though I do remember one particular blow-up after the lights were out and the doors were locked… The the wind was wailing (just like tonight), and the temp wasn’t fit for man nor beast…

As usual, the chupas were pounding away… (If memory serves me right, Ponchita and I had snuggled in with a nice pilfered white wine, some Slim Jims, and Frank Sinatra on YouTube…) And then the pounding stopped, and instead was replaced with a mean, shuffling, struggling sound – a surreal donnybrook in the making. Now, I’ll tell you straight up… I don’t know what started it… But I do know this much – all the denizens of SyFy were duking it out round and round ye old HSS. And without a doubt, the politician was winning. (Don’t quote me on this, but the pol looked like Mike Dukakis dressed up like Fozzy Bear.) So the brawl went on and on… Ponchita and I raced from window to window to watch the melee like children of old, buzzed on eggnog and sugar, racing from window to window to spy Saint Nick (or at least watch him crash and burn.)  Let me tell you something brother, I don’t care if you’ve been intimate with five movie starlets all at the same time whilst wearing Mickey Mouse ears… You simply haven’t lived until you’ve witnessed “Mike D./Fozzy B.” drop kick a squawking chupacabra over the rooftop and into the cold darkness of the local “Quickie Mart” all to the syrupy strains of Sinatra singing, “My Way”. But so it went… Frankenstein got kneed in the “you know whats” and did a superb imitation of a groin-injured Michael Jackson doing his damnedest “Thriller” moves all the while sucking on a sour ball. A bunch of the ghouls actually held down “Billy the Wolf Boy” and gave him a mohawk. And so it went… Ah, what a night…

But for right now, it’s a cold, windy Cape Cod night, and the chupas are pounding… Where’s “Mike D./Fozzy B.” when you need him,

Smiling by the racks…

Two cats blogging…

Wine Glossaries

* Nat Decants: A thorough glossary from Natalie MacLean, noted wine writer, speaker, and judge.
* eRobertParker.com: “The Independent Consumer’s Guide to Fine Wines”
* GLOSSARY of Wine-Tasting Terminology (Version 1.4 – Jan. 1995): A thorough collection of definitions from Anthony Hawkins.

Beer Glossaries

* ratebeer: Now that’s a straightforward name!
* beer-pages: Roger Protz and Tom Cannavan say that “it’s all about beer”.
* alphaDictionary.com: A fine collection of Beer dictionaries.


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