Monday, March 14, 2011


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!
'Mimi's Cafe'.

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

YE OLDE COMMENT POLICY: All comments, pro and con, are welcome. However, ad hominem attacks and disrespectful epithets will not be tolerated (read: "posted"). After all, this isn’t, so I don’t have to put up with that kind of bovine excrement.


Arlee Bird said...

If you took it to the girl, I hope you have pictures taken of the presentation as a sort of photojournal of her reaction and all. Let us know what happened if indeed you really take it to her at all.

My ex-wife gave me some dumb t-shirt that said "Jamaican Me Crazy". It was like a parting gift or consolation prize that she gave me right after she told me she wanted a divorce. It used to wear it a lot not because it had any sentimental meaning, but because it looked kind of cool and it was well made. I still have it hanging in my closet, but I haven't worn it in years. I don't whether the message on the shirt was of any significance--she probably thought it looked cool too and would be something that I would like.

Tossing It Out

mousiemarc said...

Agree on all aspects of your photo book/blog.


Stephen T. McCarthy said...

Yes, I went to Mimi's Cafe on Monday, but the hostess wasn't there. I stayed for food anyway and, as fate would oddly have it, even though it was her day off, the hostess in question stopped by the restaurant for some reason and one of the other hostesses told her that the guy at table #"whatever" had enquired about her.

So, she approached my table and I asked her if she remembered me. She said, "No, I don't." I handed her the grocery bag and told her that as soon as she saw what was in it she WOULD remember me instantly. And she did, of course!

No pictures of the "momentous event", but she sat down and I told her how the shirt was never made available to the public, and that (as far as I know) there was a very limited amount of them ever made (in '94), and they were only available to Disney employees from a small gift shop located on the grounds of Disney Studios.

She insisted on hugging me.

If I'd known how easy it was to get a young girl to hug me, I'd have been giving away T-shirts for years now!

>>.....Agree on all aspects of your photo book/blog.

Well, naturally you do! Hast thou ever known me to be WRONG? (Shut up! I'm not really looking for an answer to that.)

Have you read that book, 'DISNEY: THE MOUSE BETRAYED'? It's a real eye-opener!

~ D-FensDogg
'Loyal American Disney Hater'

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Stephen T. McCarthy said...

Take it easy, my friend. I wasn't going to marry the Mimi's Cafe hostess. In fact, I wasn't even going to date her - she's at least 2 decades and 2 years too young for me. I only gave her my T-shirt, not my heart.

However, your rant leads me to believe that you too have read the book 'TAKEN INTO CUSTODY: The War Against Fathers, Marriage, And The Family' by Stephen Baskerville.

~ D-FensDogg
'Loyal American Underground'

Arlee Bird said...

This "Boycott" guy is ridiculous. The first time I received something from him I thought it was kind of funny. Today he's on just about everyone's site and has gotten to mine twice. I reported him to Google as "spam"--have never done that before but today I'm annoyed with him. And you can't even leave a comment on his site. I think he has mental problems.

Tossing It Out

Stephen T. McCarthy said...

>>.....I think he has mental problems.

Really? I was thinking of "Following" his blog.

I knew this was "spam" of course, but, for the entertainment value alone, I decided to reply to him as if he had really read this blog bit and his comment was in response to it.

What's odd is that not only is there no way to submit a comment on his blog, but the separate posts all claim to have been written by various different individuals, although I see no way to submit a blog bit for approval and posting.

So, it may be a fraud, and yet, some of the blog bits seem as if they really might have been written by different persons. For example, although I read it very quickly, the short blog bit posted by a female, Jessica, did not seem to include a lot of misspellings. A sign that perhaps it really was written by a woman.

~ D-FensDogg
'Loyal American Underground'

Anonymous said...

I loved this post and why not make someone's day!

That's so awesome. You have to take your camera and have her put the shirt on over her uniform and snap shot it and post, post, post! I want to see!


I found your recent comment on Lee (Arlee Bird- Tossing it out) post today regarding following. I appreciated your honest response. Refreshing!


Stephen T. McCarthy said...


>>.....I found your recent comment on Lee (Arlee Bird- Tossing it out) post today regarding following. I appreciated your honest response. Refreshing!

Really? Gee, thanks! I don't think my honesty always goes over so well with some of my friend Lee's "Followers". Methinks I'm generally fairly disliked. Or maybe just misunderstood.

I think there's a misconception about me - that I'm arrogant, stuck-up, and smart-alecky. When the truth is... I'm just smart-alecky.

Say, incidentally, are you by any chance the same Sandi I had a crush on in 1967 when I was 7 years old? The Sandi I made fun of and called "Sandy Koufax"?

If so, I apologize for that.

Although, really, you shouldn't have felt offended because Sandy Koufax was the greatest left-handed pitcher in baseball history. I thought you should have felt honored, not offended. But, heck, you were young then, so I guess I can overlook your overreaction to what was meant as a putdown but was really closer to a compliment. I was kinda young too, so maybe we were both a little at fault, eh? (By the way, I didn't REALLY think you were Sandy Koufax.)

Sandi, thanks for visiting and leaving an ahhsome comment!

~ Stephen
'Loyal American Underdog'