Aug 23, 2025 sha sha / for now

 

Aug 23, 2025       sha sha / for now  

 

Before during and after cycling into (t)his second favorite second favorite second favorite second favorite second favorite second favorite home away / from home up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up in here in The Beaches as we do - a sort of picnic spot designed for the carmageddon (hooker please, -id.) that is / our time and replete with flower beds and abutting the t-bone prone highway junction where Route 234 splits into Est / and Ouest because Quebec, ‘her car got t-boned so hard’, (y)our man Cin the humble(d) narrator of (t)his Take This Thing Back to Balti-memoires and sha sha / for now mansplained the same better to who(w)ever will listen (no one / listens) and apropos how a relative in her SUV got smoked last year at a junction much like this one up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up in here, ‘that it ended up in the neighbor’s / driveway’ before during and after the(ir) relative went right out and bought another SUV only bigger this time before during and after retrieving what effects remained in what remained of the t-boned SUV in the junkyard because carmaggadeon - he was after checking the opening hours of les Jardins de Metis next door (free ! flog, open until 18h00 today, fetch) because FOMO MOFOS, Fear or Missing Out is all / we gots.

 

Course it’s not the first or last time that (y)our man Cin will be after hulk-smashing away at (t)his Take This Thing Back to Balti-memoires and sha sha / for now at (t)his second favorite second favorite second favorite second favorite second favorite second favorite home away / from home up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up in here in The Beaches as we do because fetch that five-lettered wordle - ‘sha sha’, (y)our (anchor)man, one of the Beaches summer folks playing local Beaches anchormen a la Saturday Night Live News Update last night at the newly-resurrected and post-COVID Beaches Cabaret, held for decades now with a few interruptions a la COVID and World War Two (hooker please, oh wait, what?) at the local Town Hall and quite humorous and entertaining  this year becasue drama types running / the thing, and signing off as we do at the end of the faux newscast, which involved complaints about hedge fund fees that segued into a bit about shortening the hedges  on Billionaire’s Row up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up in here in The Beaches as we do  because committed to / the bit, and (y)our (anchor)man the anchorman in the skit signing off as we do with (y)our man the(ir) late, great Llewop Uncle Nairb, nom-de-golf and trademark ‘ sha sha’, which comes from the Niscape Indian language for ‘ go for it ‘ and borrowed subsequently by Nike Inc. for its’ own trademark as we do , ‘for now’ - before during and after making another fateful decision earlier today of (t)his Saturday after before during and after it becomes Another Sadurday Night and I AIn’t Got Nobody, heading Ouest on Rang 4 to this little bit of paradise adjacent to the beautiful Jardins de Metis, and not Ouest on Rang 4 on his bike as he did last week at this time into what passes for the downtown area of The Beaches because been there / done that, and (t)his yearly month-long visit to the Beaches is never complete without a proper visit to the Gardens before during and after a bike ride and a cracker to make it all seem / right and before during and after hulk-smashing away at (t)his Take THis THing Back to Balti-memoires and sha sha / for now as we do and in (t)his little squirrel-infested apple orchard as we do, quite humorous and entertaining is all / we gots.

 

What it is in this year’s 2025 edition of The Beaches / The Cabaret - held twice as we do on consecutive nights, the first on Thirtday night last and they never get any / more or any / less thirsty because regime zero , and the second last TGIFFriday night innit G, and these timings like others afflicting The Beaches in terms of scheduling events previously held on Friday and / or Saturday Nights shifted to the left by a night or two because carmaggadeon and all the yuppies having to drive the(ir) little monsters (hooker please, -id.) to and from out the Beaches on the worst carmaggadeon days of a Saturday after before during and after it becomes ANother Sadurday Night and I AIn’t Got Nobody or whatnot, rather than just taking / the train and avoiding the whole catastrophe as we do - is that Night One is to remove / the jitters as we do, and Night Two everyone gets all kinds / of licquored up before during and after the show because in vino / veritas, innit Johnny Mo, ‘ and then we all went’, (y)our (wo)man the(ir) Beaches neighbor and good friend because all of us growing up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up in here in The Beaches as we do because fetch that five-lettered wordle together since childhood recounted the Saturday Night The Beaches The Cabaret routine for a Saturday Night back in the 20th, ‘to the Nosloms compund ‘ as we do and referencing the local summer worthy family houses to which folks attending that year’s The Beaches The Cabret would be after repairing before during and after that year’s Another Saturday Night and I Ain’t Got Nobody’s (that’s enough, -id.) edition of the same because the Noslom family not only generous for opening their home to rando galore visitors that night but also actually running The Beaches The Cabaret editions for years and decades and cat-herding the children and the (G)MILFS (hooker please, -id.) who make up / the opening act and all / that, removing / the jitters is all / we gots.

 

Course for (t)his year’s edition of The Beaches / The Cabaret 2025 - an outstanding group effort from an outstanding group, and though you can be sure that there is no end / of similar groups in places similar to The Beaches all over god’s green earth, still / and all these are (y)our man Cin’s ha(u)nting grounds and Summer peeps, and close to / (t)his heart as we do as nothing more and nothing less than a hu(wo)man harvestor / of stories , innit god - did involve the inevitable eleven o’clock number (held mercifully at twenty-one hundred hours thirty this year becasue a mostly geriatric WASP / White Anglo Saxon Protestant audience, as we do with then entire cast / and crew singing Kumbaya and all / that becasue Don’t Trust Whitey, cutest of all The Beaches / The children, it was instead and for the opening Act of The Beaches / the Cabaret 2025 edition the(ir) very own Ma Noslouc singing the National Anthem as we do who opened / the show(s), and singing it / well, though (y(our man Cin had an instant case of guilt that five-lettered wordle before during and after choosing not to drive (y)our (wo)man the(ir) Ma Noslouc the ten minutes to the Beaches / The Caberet Night One edition last Tirstday two nights ago, and they never get any / more or any / less thirsty because regime zero, cinstead traffic-checking her out the driveway and onto the road as we do, even as she aksed ‘ are you / coming?’ but declining as we do seeing as that (y)our man Cin’s How Does It Feeling as though one of the two night editions of The Beaches / The Cabaret is plenty to audee and videe if you’re only in the audience and not being voluntold to be in one of the skits that year, nothing more and nothing less than a hu(wo)man harvestor / of stories is all / we gots.

 

‘Hopefully we’ll get’, (y)our man Cin the humble(d) narrator of (t)his Take This Thing Back to Balti-memoires and sha sha / for now - it was (y)our (anchor)man the anchorman from the Week-end Update / The Beaches edition skit from last night’s The Beaches / The Cabaret edition closing line version of Walter Cronkite RIP’s cinfamous nightly ‘good night and god / bless’ line cribbed in affection and love from (y)our man the(ir) Uncle Niarb’s trademark line from back in the 20th, when people actually watched  / the news that four-lettered word on the television, innit god - said it better to (y)our (wo)man the(ir) Auntie Llewop before during and after minutes / earlier helping to hoist her up from outside the Beaches’ Town Hall and before during and after audeeing and videeing the Beaches / The Caberet 2025 edition eleven o’clock number featuring the Beaches / the children, because sketchy sidewalks and not Keenbunkport or Mar-A-Lago up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out opn up on out on up on out on up in here, innit Greenie, trying and failing to mansplain as we do how a dutiful son or daughter and nephew or niece might be able to gin up / his or her chances of getting into heaven / earlier before during and after a fair / endless bit of purgatory down below because hoisting up various older Llewop and Nousloc family members mo(u)rning noon and night from the sidewalk as we do, ‘ into heaven / earlier’ becasue altruisitic, the Beaches / The Caberet 2025 edition is all / we gots.

 

Course the bread and book-ends of a(ny) Cabaret / the Beaches edition, including this year’s - namely the National Anthem / Children’s choir version of that year’s version of ‘ We Are the World ‘   that five-lettered wordle at the beginning and the eleven o’clock number closing act both with cast / and crew belting it out a la Martin Scorcese’s live concert masterpiece of a rockumentary The Last Waltz featuring the members of the band The Band before during and after their last / waltz and hurrah both and with the assembled and starry guests belting out Bob Dylan’s ‘ I Shall Be Released ‘ as we do as the(ir) eleven o’clock number - has filler in the middle, usually humorous skits poking / fun at the WASP demographic on / the stage and off and their miserly first-world problems and which last night and assumedly the night before included committing to / the bit about hedge funds because money is heroine for boring people, as well as a long-enough bit by the Cabaret’s director (free ! flog forever to that person this year and every / other because ‘genius’, (y)our (French)man the French General said it better, ‘ is endless / patience’) pontificating from his make-shift pulpit at the centre of the Town Hall stage last night as we do and going on and on and on about how the sins of / the father are passed onto the son and all /  that in biblical terms, only it was for little The Beaches sins that (y)our man the Preacher was castigating us for, getting licquored up mo(u)rning noon and night, say or eyeballing (y)our red-hot neighbor at the cocktail party and all / that because saucy that five-lettered wordle, ‘may God have mercy’ (y)our man and altar ego pardon / the pun the Preacher would holler out before during and after wandering late at night the cubicombs and quads of  Forrest Hall at Club Midd down in the 802 and back in the 20th to an audience / of one becasue blue-balled that night and holy roller both, innit JD, ‘on your / soul’, Amanda is all / we gots.

 

Thank you for reading (t)his Take THis THing Back to Balti-memoires and sha sha / for now.