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Prink \PRINGK\, transitive verb:

1. To dress up; to deck for show.

intransitive verb:
1. To dress or arrange oneself for show; to primp.

USAGE EXAMPLE: After an episode or two of "Tikis Gone Wild" on DVD, Bobble Tiki often retires to his bathroom to prink himself. Sometimes, if you walk by the Tiki bathroom, you can hear it.  Friends and family members sometimes call out to Bobble Tiki, asking what he’s doing in there, to which he replies “Nothing. I’m just prinking.” The only problem with this is Bobble Tiki just learned today what “prink” actually means.

MORNING NEWS

BUSH: Welcome Mr. Pastry.

OBAMA: Pragmatic and shrewd.

PARIS: Get off grandpa's lap.

MONDAY BLOWDOWN
Monday is a notoriously lousy night for live music, as “conventional wisdom” tells you to avoid the bar or club on the start of the “conventional work week.” This is probably the reason that Monday night’s club listings look like Bobble Tiki’s grocery lists â€" short and full of additives and fillers. Tonight in Olympia, though, at Charlie’s of all places, Five Days Dirty will swing through town as part of the band’s West Coast tour. An East Bay Area punk band, kinda, Five Days Dirty is about as fresh faced and sugar sweet as a punk band is allowed to be. If they got any lighter Bobble Tiki is pretty sure a gang of mohawked dudes in tight jeans would pummel them with bike chains. Check out www.myspace.com/5daysdirty.com to see for yourself. 

MUSIC: Live music tonight.

As always, Bobble Tiki doesn't care what you do today because he doesn't even know you.  And unless you check out the Weekly Volcano's Web site, Bobble Tiki doesn't want to me you.  Besides, it's time to blow this joint because it's so obvious you are becoming further and further removed from all that is genuine and real and visceral and virtuous and Bobble Tiki doesn't play that with his noon bowl of Quisp.

OK, Bobble Tiki apologizes.  Please be his friend here.

Breakfast with Bobble Tiki runs Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.  Deal with it.

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Incommunicado \in-kuh-myoo-nih-KAH-doh\, adverb or adjective:

Without the means or right to communicate.

USAGE EXAMPLE: No matter how hard Bobble Tiki tried to convince her, Mrs. Tiki just wouldn't believe Bobble Tiki when he told her that a band of wayward strippers had held him hostage and incommunicado for three days and four nights, torturing him with glitter and forcing him to withdraw large sums of money from the joint account for lap dances and $17 Pepsis.

THE MORNING NEWS

ASTRONAUTS: Drunk in space.

HONG KONG: Turn those machines back on.

GAS: 2,000 Exxon love.

SEX: Dress like a chicken.

WEEKEND BLOWDOWN
If you're anything like Bobble Tiki, when the weekend rolls around all you can think about doing is cutting loose and tying one on. Then again, if you're anything like Bobble Tiki you're drunk right now.  Either way, there are a number of great shows tonight where one will surely be able to wet their whistle, and see a kick ass band or two to boot.

Ninetynine plays Le Voyeur in Olympia tonight.  They're from Australia.  They play indie pop with Casio keyboards.  And Laura Macfarlane, Ninetynine's leader, was one of the original drummers for Sleater-Kinney.

Utterance and Severus play Hell's Kitchen tonight.  While it's not exactly the first time something like this has happened, the show will still be loud and intense, and the booze will still flow freely.

And finally, the Fourth Ave Tavern in Olympia will host 2112, a Rush tribute band.  If you missed Geddy Lee and Co. when they swung through the Northwest for real, here's a fine chance to make up for it.   

MORE MUSIC: Tonight’s music calendar.

ART: Art scene girl power.

CULTURE: Ethnic Fest Saturday.

As always, Bobble Tiki doesn't care what you do today because he doesn't even know you.  And unless you check out the Weekly Volcano's Web site, Bobble Tiki doesn't want to me you.  Besides, it's time to blow this joint because it's so obvious you are becoming further and further removed from all that is genuine and real and visceral and virtuous and Bobble Tiki doesn't play that with his noon bowl of Quisp.

OK, Bobble Tiki apologizes.  Please be his friend here.

Breakfast with Bobble Tiki runs Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.  Deal with it.

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Unguent \UNG-gwuhnt\, noun:

an ointment.

USAGE EXAMPLE: “What’s in this unguent?” Barry Bonds asked with a cold smirk, coating his (at the time much smaller) muscles with a clear goop given to him by Greg Anderson, his buddy from BALCO.

“Flaxseed Oil, Barry. It’s flaxseed oil.”

And with that, the sky darkened, a bolt of chilling lightning crashed to the ground, and Bonds and Anderson cackled wickedly as the camera panned out.  Thus concluded the second day of filming on the set of “The Guy Who Took a Dump on the Hallowed Chest of Baseball: The Barry Bonds Story.”

Available on DVD later this summer.

THE MORNING NEWS

CONTEMPT: Two in the Bush.

ARAB LEAGUE: Hello, Israel.

LOVE: Is monogamy natural?

DRINKS: Partied like Brad Allen.

WEDNESDAY BLOWDOWN
You can stand atop the mountain and scream your naked desires to the universe or shed that synapse epilepsy and hug the South Sound today with your fellow man:

MUSIC: Tonight!
It’s Hump Day, people! Celebrate with sausage!

Tonight at Hell’s Kitchen, after an early all ages show with Dear Whoever and A Quiet Uprising, it’s time for your monthly sausage party.

At least your monthly sausage party at Hell’s Kitchen. There’s a decent chance you attend others on your own.

Tonight’s is a very special sausage party, pitting hip-hop vs. punk featuring Friday Knights, Botox Party, Nasty Left, and Sok and the Faggots.

Bobble Tiki likes this show because it’s going to kick ass and there’ll be free sausage. Bobble Tiki likes the Spew because he can write things like Sok and the Faggots.

More music tonight!

DRINK: Last beer before Point Defiance.

As always, Bobble Tiki doesn't care what you do today because he doesn't even know you.  And unless you check out the Weekly Volcano's Web site, Bobble Tiki doesn't want to me you.  Besides, it's time to blow this joint because it's so obvious you are becoming further and further removed from all that is genuine and real and visceral and virtuous and Bobble Tiki doesn't play that with his morning bowl of Quisp.

OK, Bobble Tiki apologizes.  Please be his friend here.

Breakfast with Bobble Tiki runs Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.  Deal with it.

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Louche \LOOSH\, adjective:

Of questionable taste or morality; disreputable or indecent; dubious; shady.

USAGE EXAMPLE: According to the tabloids, Nicole Ritchie is currently pregnant, drunk, drug-addicted, anorexic, and stupid â€" making her now more known for her louche behavior than for being the daughter of ‘80s superstar Lionel Ritchie. Though her former friend Paris Hilton never referred to Ritchie as louche, and in actuality doesn’t know the word, she has been heard to call Ritchie a douche on a number of occasions.

THE MORNING NEWS

SAFETY: Get rid of cable.

LAW: Saddle up partner.

GAS: Time to ration?

BIKINI: How would you like to mow Bobble Tiki's lawn?

MONDAY BLOWDOWN
You can stand atop the mountain and scream your naked desires to the universe or shed that synapse epilepsy and hug the South Sound today with your fellow man:

MUSIC: Tonight!
Though Bobble Tiki knows as well as anyone that getting shitfaced drunk on a Monday only leads to a week full of cotton mouth and hating life, he’s been told it’s possible to go out and not get shitfaced drunk. Bobble Tiki will believe it when he pulls it off. Tonight, Junkyard Jane is playing the Swiss, the River City Rebels are playing Hell’s Kitchen, and the Brackish Water Band is playing the Eastside in Oly. Bobble Tiki sees plenty of temptation in front of him, and foresees a Tuesday morning hangover more annoying than hearing about the polyps removed from President Bush’s colon all weekend.   

DRINK: Last beer before Point Defiance.

THE SOUTH SOUND FACTOID
In September 1873, Tacoma was selected at the western terminus for the Northern Pacific Railroad with the terminus at the end of Commence Bay, thereby creating "New Tacoma." Rapid development ensued when Tacoma was linked by rail to the rest of the nation in 1883, and "City of Destiny" became the town's popular moniker. Lumber and coal from the nearby Cascade foothills were the major rail exports.

As always, Bobble Tiki doesn't care what you do today because he doesn't even know you.  And unless you check out the Weekly Volcano's Web site, Bobble Tiki doesn't want to me you.  Besides, it's time to blow this joint because it's so obvious you are becoming further and further removed from all that is genuine and real and visceral and virtuous and Bobble Tiki doesn't play that with his morning bowl of Quisp.

OK, Bobble Tiki apologizes.  Please be his friend here.

Breakfast with Bobble Tiki runs Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.  Deal with it.

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Egregious \ih-GREE-juhs\, adjective:

Conspicuously and outrageously bad or reprehensible.

NFL superstar and Atlanta Falcons quarterback, Michael Vick was indicted Tuesday on federal charges relating to dog fighting. Among other gruesome allegations, the indictment alleges that losing dogs either died in the pit or were electrocuted, drowned, hanged or shot.  Vick, along with three other men, are named in the indictment. If Vick is found guilty of these egregious acts, common wisdom says proper justice would be to electrocute, drown, hang, or shoot Atlanta’s number 7.

THE MORNING NEWS

FEMA: Formaldehyde smeldehyde.

BICYCLING: Tour de Drugs.

CEMETERY: Yo Casper! Fore!

FOOD: Wrath of grapes.

WEEKEND BLOWDOWN
You can stand atop the mountain and scream your naked desires to the universe or shed that synapse epilepsy and hug the South Sound today with your fellow man:

MUSIC: Holy shit! The Alano Club! Tonight!

On June 9 the Alano Club celebrated its grand opening, with a slew of bands including the Drug Purse, Sleazy Streets, Zepher, and the Cutwinkles 2.0, then the fire marshal shut it down due to code violations. According to a show poster, the Alano is back open at 17th and Market in downtown Tacoma.   

While obviously Bobble Tiki doesn’t know nearly enough at this point about the Alano, what he does know is Sleazy Streets, Space Creatures From The Year 3000, and Durango 95 will play there tonight, and the cover is 5 bucks. Bobble Tiki also knows there’s more info here.

MUSIC: Rocky jabs inside the Kitchen tonight.

CULTURE: Crabby people at the Tempest Saturday.

THE ARTS: Native art on the Ave.

FILM: "Hairspray" will stick to you.

DRINK: Potter gets his drink on.

THE SOUTH SOUND FACTOID
Tonight as hundreds of drunks trample through Point Defiance Zoo & Aquarium during Zoobilee they should raise their glass to two young Tacomans who in 1936 built a saltwater aquarium on the concrete pavilion over Commencement Bay, which was relocated to its present site within the Zoo in 1963.

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All week the University of Washington Tacoma Bookstore has been having a massive Potter blowout â€" complete with movie showings, wand making, prediction taking, and Harry and the Potters (the band). Saturday, the day the book hits shelves, the Switchblade Kittens â€" promoting their recently released CD The Weird Sisters â€" will culminate the week-long Potter bonanza with a lesson in wizard rock â€" taking the stage at UW Tacoma’s Bookstore.

As always, Bobble Tiki doesn't care what you do today because he doesn't even know you.  And unless you check out the Weekly Volcano's Web site, Bobble Tiki doesn't want to me you.  Besides, it's time to blow this joint because it's so obvious you are becoming further and further removed from all that is genuine and real and visceral and virtuous and Bobble Tiki doesn't play that with his morning bowl of Quisp.

OK, Bobble Tiki apologizes.  Please be his friend here.

Breakfast with Bobble Tiki runs Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.  Deal with it.

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Pusillanimous \pyoo-suh-LAN-uh-muhs\, adjective:

Lacking in courage and resolution; contemptibly fearful; cowardly.

USAGE EXAMPLE: The resignation of VA Secretary Jim Nicholson on Tuesday ended the former Republican National Committee Chairman’s stint as Bush’s top crony within the Department of Veterans Affairs. Unfortunately for veterans, or anyone who thinks those who serve in Iraq or Afghanistan deserve adequate health care, the loss of one pusillanimous politician within the Bush Administration only paves the way for the addition of another.

THE MORNING NEWS

PAKISTAN: Counterterrorism advisers explain what sucks.

BRAZIL: 189 killed in Brazilian air crash.

POKER: Yang he's good.

HEAD: Will the Tooth Fairy visit?

WEDNESDAY BLOWDOWN
You can stand atop the mountain and scream your naked desires to the universe or shed that synapse epilepsy and hug the South Sound today with your fellow man:

MUSIC: Kari Ehli at the Kitchen.

DRINK: Potter gets his drink on.
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SPIN THE BLACK CIRCLE

MxPx
If you’re old enough to remember radio DJ Marco Collins, you’re old enough to remember a time when Bremerton’s MxPx were a truly exciting band. At least some remember it that way. They were young, they were from a place you’d probably driven through, and they wrote catchy-as-all-get- out pop punk that seemed destine to spread nation wide. What was not to be excited about?

Ten plus years later, we know how things developed.

Yesterday, MxPx officially dropped Secret Weapon â€" the band’s latest record, released on Tooth and Nail. In accordance, the band will be in a promoting mood, including an in store performance at Seattle’s Silver Platters record store, and a number of dates on the Warped Tour.

Bobble Tiki's just taking a stab in the dark here, but his guess is the Secret Weapon is Jesus.

THE SOUTH SOUND FACTOID
White settlement of what later became Olympia began in 1846 with a joint claim filed under a homestead law by partners Edmund Sylvester, a Maine fisherman, and Levi Lathrop Smith, an easterner who wanted to be a minister but was prevented by epilepsy from pursuing that career. Smith called his portion of the claim Smithfield. For two years, Smith and Sylvester were the only white residents in Smithfield (then Oregon Territory); the area was covered with virgin forest. The dances sucked.

BOBBLE TIKI'S THREATS AND PROMISES COLUMN

Bobble Tiki thinks robots are about as cool as it gets. Except for aliens or zombies, Bobble Tiki sees robots as, probably, the coolest thing ever. When Bobble Tiki was a little Tiki, he had an erector set. Then later in life Bobble Tiki saw “Robocop.” Bobble Tiki has been stuck on robots ever since.  It's only natural that Robots vs. Humans intrigues Bobble Tiki.

As always, Bobble Tiki doesn't care what you do today because he doesn't even know you.  And unless you check out the Weekly Volcano's Web site, Bobble Tiki doesn't want to me you.  Besides, it's time to blow this joint because it's so obvious you are becoming further and further removed from all that is genuine and real and visceral and virtuous and Bobble Tiki doesn't play that with his morning bowl of Quisp.

OK, Bobble Tiki apologizes.  Please be his friend here.

Breakfast with Bobble Tiki runs Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.  Deal with it.

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Sang-froid \sang-FRWAH\, noun;
also sangfroid:

Freedom from agitation or excitement of mind; coolness in trying circumstances; calmness.

USAGE EXAMPLE: Reminiscent of his days behind center for the Denver Broncos, Hall of Fame quarterback John Elway reminded everyone of his remarkable sang-froid during the recent ABC reality show “Fast Cars and Superstars â€" Gillette Young Guns Celebrity Racing.” Fending off competition from the likes of Jewel, William Shatner, WWE meathead John Cena, and rodeo champion Ty Murray, Elway stayed cool (as usual) under pressure, and proved yet again that no matter how old and bloated you look in NASCAR jumpsuit, if you’re a two time Super Bowl Champion and the King of Denver, you’ll always have a toothy grin on your face and a hot, 20-something girlfriend named Paige on your rocket of a right arm.

THE MORNING NEWS

IRAQ: A Guide to the Struggle Over Oil.

BRIDGE: Narrows opens.

NEW YORK: Trial marriage.

POTTER: Harry tastes like butter.

MONDAY BLOWDOWN
You can stand atop the mountain and scream your naked desires to the universe or shed that synapse epilepsy and hug the South Sound today with your fellow man:

TODAY'S MUSIC: You choose.

TUESDAY'S MUSIC: Bobble Tiki knows there are two types of people in this world: those who liked the Postal Service and those who didn’t. Actually, scratch that. Bobble Tiki thinks there might be three types of people in this world since the um-pa Mexican tunes coming from Bobble Tiki’s neighbor’s house seems to provide another variable. Either way, Bobble Tiki loved Ben Gibbard’s affair with a drum machine, which is why he’s excited about Jack Conte’s show at Le Voyeur on Tuesday night. Up from San Francisco, Conte’s beautifully feeble voice â€" perfect for his endeavor â€" teams nicely with his general songwriting skill and liking for technology, to produce something that ends up sounding…well, a lot like the Postal Service. But see for yourself. Bobble Tiki, like most Americans, can’t help but classify everything. He’s simple minded. Something tells Bobble Tiki there’s far more to Jack Conte than MySpace can illustrate. 

DRINK: Potter gets his drink on.

THE SOUTH SOUND FACTOID
Dance with the Tacoma Narrows Bridge back on Nov. 7. 1940 when it collapsed.

BOBBLE TIKI'S THREATS AND PROMISES COLUMN

Bobble Tiki thinks robots are about as cool as it gets. Except for aliens or zombies, Bobble Tiki sees robots as, probably, the coolest thing ever. When Bobble Tiki was a little Tiki, he had an erector set. Then later in life Bobble Tiki saw “Robocop.” Bobble Tiki has been stuck on robots ever since.  It's only natural that Robots vs. Humans intrigues Bobble Tiki.

As always, Bobble Tiki doesn't care what you do today because he doesn't even know you.  And unless you check out the Weekly Volcano's Web site, Bobble Tiki doesn't want to me you.  Besides, it's time to blow this joint because it's so obvious you are becoming further and further removed from all that is genuine and real and visceral and virtuous and Bobble Tiki doesn't play that with his morning bowl of Quisp.

OK, Bobble Tiki apologizes.  Please be his friend here.

Breakfast with Bobble Tiki runs Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.  Deal with it.

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Impecunious \im-pih-KYOO-nee-uhs\ adjective:

Not having money; habitually without money; poor.

USAGE EXAMPLE: Though Bobble Tiki gave, what at the time seemed like his best effort â€" even managing to hold down a respectable job in the service industry for a few months from time to time â€" throughout his 20s Bobble Tiki remained troublingly impecunious.  It wasn't until he invested in a web-cam, and put his hot bobble body on the net, that Bobble Tiki's financial troubles were finally a thing of the past.

THE MORNING NEWS

TACOMA: Missing Tacoma girl's body found.

SEOUL: N. Korea Military Wants U.S. Talks.

LONDON: Can't remember if you should read this.

BEIJING: Skip this.

WEEKEND BLOWDOWN
You can stand atop the mountain and scream your naked desires to the universe or shed that synapse epilepsy and hug the South Sound today with your fellow man:

MUSIC: Saturday, July 14, Jazzbones
Bobble Tiki knows Tacoma loves Left Hand Smoke. How could you not be attracted to the band, and their sexy and fresh, party vibe blues-rock? It'd be unnatural. To make things better, Bobble Tiki knows Left Hand Smoke loves Tacoma right back. He saw it with his own eyes. Right in front of Jazzbones.

Gross.

Left Hand Smoke will play Jazzbones again on Saturday.

Look out ladies!

MORE MUSIC: Bombs Into You tonight and Tacoma Old Town Blues Festival.

THEATER: "Beast" is a feast.

DRINK: Potter gets his drink on.

THE SOUTH SOUND FACTOID
On July 14, 1873, Tacoma was chosen as the West Coast terminus of the Northern Pacific Railroad, pissing Seattleites off. The decision popped Seattle's first bubble, but a few years later, the line was extended north, and Seattleites danced in the streets.

BOBBLE TIKI'S THREATS AND PROMISES COLUMN

Bobble Tiki thinks robots are about as cool as it gets. Except for aliens or zombies, Bobble Tiki sees robots as, probably, the coolest thing ever. When Bobble Tiki was a little Tiki, he had an erector set. Then later in life Bobble Tiki saw “Robocop.” Bobble Tiki has been stuck on robots ever since.  It's only natural that Robots vs. Humans intrigues Bobble Tiki.

As always, Bobble Tiki doesn't care what you do today because he doesn't even know you.  And unless you check out the Weekly Volcano's Web site, Bobble Tiki doesn't want to me you.  Besides, it's time to blow this joint because it's so obvious you are becoming further and further removed from all that is genuine and real and visceral and virtuous and Bobble Tiki doesn't play that with his morning bowl of Quisp.

OK, Bobble Tiki apologizes.  Please be his friend here.

Breakfast with Bobble Tiki runs Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.  Deal with it.

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Fugacious \fyoo-GAY-shuhs\, adjective:
Lasting but a short time; fleeting.

USAGE EXAMPLE: Despite his best intentions, and the support of every friend he had, Bill O’Reilly’s stint at rehab was fugacious. O’Reilly checked himself in Friday afternoon, and by the Saturday night Bettie Ford volleyball game O’Reilly had jumped the fence, covering his naked body with only the issue of "How To Yell Louder: A Guide to World Domination Through Vocal Domination" which he had keestered into the facility. Citizens should be on the look out for a blabbering and disoriented white male, possibly armed (because it’s his motha fuckin’ right, bitch!)

THE MORNING NEWS

MOSCOW: Это настолько gay.

POPE: Beney XVI can beat up your church.

ICHIRO: Go on take the money and run, run!

SEAFOOD: Bring us a vat of aioli.

WEDNESDAY BLOWDOWN
You can stand atop the mountain and scream your naked desires to the universe or shed that synapse epilepsy and hug the South Sound today with your fellow man:

MUSIC: They'll put a spell on you.

DINOSAURS: These mothers are huge.

DRINK: The Pup Room's Crown and Coke.

…AND THIS WEEKEND
Leave it to me to write a column (which hits the street July 12th)  talking all sorts of shit about how Hell’s Kitchen is just about the only club left in Tacoma, only to get an email shortly after letting me know about a couple of noteworthy shows going down this Friday and Saturday at Maggie O’Toole’s in Lakewood.

Actually, that could happen to anyone. Leave it to me to not change a word and still claim I’m right because Lakewood is not Tacoma. 

On Friday, July 13 of all days, Bremerton’s Ruxton Towers (complete with their obvious adoration for Sunny Day Real Estate), will venture out to Lakewood for a show at O’Tooles, along with the Rikk Deatty Band and the Hardway. Then on Saturday Maggie’s vets Lurid, will get significantly louder and angrier, along with Wide Eye Panic, 2 Headed Chang, Voices Lost, and Psycho 78.

None of that will make it to print, but I guess you’re reaping the benefits of the Spew as we speak.

Spew. Better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick in nearly every occasion.

Lakewood. Cooler than Spanaway since 1974.

Maggie O’Tooles. Kid tested. Mother Approved.

THE SOUTH SOUND FACTOID
Captain George Vancouver was the first white man to sail into Puget Sound in 1792; he named the peak Mount Rainier after one of his friends. He named the Sound for one of his officers, Peter Puget. Then he sailed to Harbor Lights and got his drink on. 

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This week Bobble Tiki comes clean with the sounds of summer.  You know: the strum of guitars, the tink off the bat, puking.

As always, Bobble Tiki doesn't care what you do today because he doesn't even know you.  And unless you check out the Weekly Volcano's Web site, Bobble Tiki doesn't want to me you.  Besides, it's time to blow this joint because it's so obvious you are becoming further and further removed from all that is genuine and real and visceral and virtuous and Bobble Tiki doesn't play that with his morning bowl of Quisp.

OK, Bobble Tiki apologizes.  Please be his friend here.

Breakfast with Bobble Tiki runs Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.  Deal with it.

Don't remind Bobble Tiki: It's deck season. However, Bobble Tiki finds it hard to enjoy the sun on your back when you're sitting inches from the bus lane. Fumes and salmon fumé, it turns out, do not mix well.

But there is another option.

Masa.

Bobble Tiki loves this Mexican restaurant’s rooftop deck overlooking Sixth Avenue.  It has a resort feel to it.

Bobble Tiki loves it even more now that the joint hosts “Songwriters at Sunset” on their deck.  Every Sunday through Aug. 26 at 7:30 p.m. a live band will perform until the sun goes down.
The Josh Clauson Trio kicks off the series July 15.  Tickets are $10.  The deck opens at 5:30 p.m. for dinner and drinks.

The remaining concerts are: The Senate, July 22; Vicci Martinez, Ryan Sheasmith, Jonathan Kingham, July 29; Danny Godinez and James Whiton, Aug. 5; Gypsy Soul, Aug. 12; Handful of Luvin’, Aug. 19; Tingstad & Rumbel, Aug. 26. â€" Bobble Tiki