A couple of weeks ago, brother Nappy and I went to have breakfast at our local - oh, what's the name of that restaurant? 'Elephant's Memory Bar And G'rill-a'? 'Tiny Tim's Tearoom'? 'Yoey O'Dogherty's Roadkill Chophouse'? 'Sal Monella's Coffee Shop'? 'Mimi's Cafe'? Wait! That's IT!
A couple of weeks ago, brother Nappy and I went to have breakfast at our local 'Mimi's Cafe'.
Hmmm..... Now I forget what I was leading up to. I know it had something to do with something.
Oh, to hell with it then! I'm just gonna post a few pictures:
Oh, wait! That's IT! Now I remember what I was going to say.
A couple of weeks ago, brother Nappy and I went to have breakfast at our local 'Mimi's Cafe', and the hostess who seated us just went crazy over the Lion King T-shirt I happened to be wearing. The hostess was a young girl, maybe 18 or 19, with short dark hair and, unfortunately, her face was marked by "teenage skin issues".
Anyway, she seemed very nice, and went on to tell me how much she adored the movie 'The Lyin' King' (Disney stole the idea from Osamu Tezuka and Fred Ladd) and admitted, somewhat sheepishly, that she still had a stuffed Simba at home, which she dearly loves.
After she managed to yank her wide, lusting eyes away from my T-shirt and go back to her station near the front door, brother Nappy suggested that I should give her the shirt off my back. (Well, not right there, exactly, - he wouldn't wish that on other people trying to hold down their food - but sometime later.) I said it was a good idea but I wasn't sure I could give the shirt away.
Nappy asked, "Why? It doesn't mean that much to you, does it?" And I told him, "Yeah, it kinda does. The Countess gave it to me in 1994."
The shirt is very unique (unlike 'The Lyin' King' storyline) in that it was never available to the public. (No wonder the hostess admired it so - she had never seen one like it before!) In 1994, when my then-girlfriend, the Countess, was working for the Disney Company, the shirt was sold only to employees from a gift shop located on the grounds of the Disney Studios. She and I had gone there one time, and loving the Rafiki character, I also fell in love with the shirt. A short time later, the Countess bought it for me and hid it in the trunk of her car.
We were preparing to take a trip somewhere and the Countess pretended to have left in the trunk of her car something she needed to pack in her suitcase and asked me if I'd go down there and fetch it for her. She was watching from the second floor window of our Los Angeles apartment when I walked down to her car, opened the trunk and found the Rafiki T-shirt waiting there to be discovered by me. Very, very cool!
So, anyway, I'm thinking that tomorrow I might go back to Mimi's Cafe and, if she's there, give my (freshly washed) T-shirt to that nice, young hostess. But before I do, I wanted to save some pictures of it somewhere for safekeeping (and for me, too).
Therefore, if you think of this post at all (although there's no reason for you to do so since it exists solely for myself), think of it more as a photo album than a blog installment, alright?
Incidentally, the Disney Company is an agent of the devil, and I ain't "Lyin'." If you doubt it, read the book 'DISNEY: THE MOUSE BETRAYED' by Peter and Rochelle Schweizer. It's about "Greed, Corruption, and Children At Risk", and it's also about 360 pages.
~ Stephen T. McCarthy