So the Seps retire up to their 2nd floor, Neto and the rest of the kitchen staff, wrapping up, I grab an Extended-Family Size bag of Mama Eufemia’s Best wheat tortilla chips and what’s left of the funky menudo, you know, and a large paper towel, as Lucía bless her heart fixes me a cooler chock-full of lemon, ice, bunch a little zip locks crammed with salt. Neto’s ‘El Bravo’ kitchen machete, that was splendid of him, you know, the one that you just you lay the blade on top the lemon let go and swishhh it slices it in half all on its own? Remember? This chick Eriana went off to the bathroom in the meantime, we agreed to meet at the stairs in front of the dining room. I grab the bag of tortilla chips, the thick clay pot with the menudo, a half-pound of shredded Monterey Jack I hadn’t mentioned, the cooler, the paper towel, and Neto’s ‘El Bravo’ kitchen knife, cross over to the bar at the den and snatch one of Karl’s Silver Patrons from the huge built-in icebox, and finally get to the stairs in front of the dining room. Where she’s waiting. By now few lights are on in the house. Matter of fact the only lights are the few warm led sconces along the corridor around the courtyard, and those along the path around the reflecting pool. What an ambiance, huh Phil!?! 16:59 (double blue checkmark)
She’s waiting there with her smartphone in her hand. Smiling, saying, ok, all set. Looking taller than I remembered! Phil, I know you’re a leg man too. Did I say track? Let me clarify. Sprinter. Screaming it in all directions, Phil! Orchestra horns radiating out and blaring it to the four winds, renegade fairies hissing it furiously into your ears with each step she takes!! 17:06 (double blue checkmark)
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You dog!! … don’t have any. C’mon man! Focus on the context! I lead the way. Guess where we’re headed. My spot! My spot. Smack at the center of the house. My spot. That’s where we’re headed. 17:07 (double blue checkmark)
Phil, we do a couple of low taburetes on that grass in that courtyard, set down the goodies, damn. I had never seen it like that. No need for artificial lighting, the moon was so bright. Surprisingly starry sky above us too, to be in the middle of Phoenix. Quiet. No planes coming in or out. Above us the spectacular pitch black starry sky framed by the courtyard walls. Around us, 300 feet of clear view of the moonlit pool within the cypresses. Cool, crisp air with every breath. The experience was surreal. As expected, I should say. You crying yet bro? Hell Phil, to live a moment like this, this is what I created this for. To experience a moment like this, a little piece of your life, to share it like this. With someone like this. This is a total beauty, Phil. You have no idea what I’m talking about. We set up the cooler and the rest of the stuff at that little table between us. We chat a bit, we do the interview. Brother, this chick can shoot tequila! Said they never even took her to this part of the house. As I said, my spot. Seps never cared too much for it. My spot, Phil. 17:22 (double blue checkmark)