>Jomo, Part Deux

>I got home last night from San Francisco and now am trying to recover from the latest Jomo encounter (you can read here what happened the first time we met him). I’m too tired to recount it myself (no doubt from singing a Karaoke version of Prince’s “Kiss” with a bunch of California bloggers), so here is Glennia’s explanation of what happened, from an e-mail she sent out the next day:

After we left the Millbrae Karaoke House, Lindsay wanted to go see if Jomo’s bar had opened and see if we could find him. We drove down Burlingame Ave and found the place, but it was dark and empty. The bar stools that had been out front last time were gone. It looked abandoned. Lindsay got out and started calling out for Jomo. Erin & I stayed in the car. Suddenly, the guy in the ginormous SUV parked next to us rolled down his window and asked us who she was looking for. I was a little startled by this, since I didn’t know there was someone in the car next to us. “Uh, Jomo?” I said.

Dude: “Who?”

Me: “Jomo! We’re looking for Jomo!”

Lindsay came back and told him “Don’t you know Jomo? He never forgets a name or a face! He told us he was opening a country-western bar here and we should come back, so we came back.”

Dude: “Um, there’s no Jomo here. I just bought this place. We open on May 2. You should come back and check it out.”

Us: “Will Jomo be there?”

Dude: “I don’t know no Jomo. Maybe he lives in the alley. heh heh”

Lindsay asked his name, and he said it was “Bobby”. Could Jomo have shape-shifted into a little hispanic dude named Bobby? Is Jomo real? Or just a figment of our collective imaginations? Perhaps we should go back on May 2 to investigate.

As you can see, what I had thought after that first Jomo encounter was true. There was no “country western bar!” We were THIS CLOSE to being sold as sex slaves!! Thank God no one liked country music in our group; Otherwise, it would have been curtains!

*shudder*