
A Letter from Gemini Silver to the Wookiee:
Dang it, Wook - I've been visually digesting your Tortolan memories, and them be some hot-ass artistic photos. I'm so happy I didn't bring my camera, because I know my photos wouldn't have been as nice and I'd get jealous, sad and depressed - likely leading to a Cat Stevens phase but exiting on a trip-hop power surge reunion tour some weeks later.
That said, I'm writing to implore a collective push to our visual collections to a Top 30 and open a restaurant/bar called The Jacaranda featuring these photos at full resolution large-scale print. Eskimo is obviously a central theme for me. I'll cave on the party room if you can pay rent and Eskimo's salary during start-up until the restaurant is self-sustaining. I'm trying to recruit him as chef - we'll collaborate on the food menu, he owns the drink menu (e.g. Bomba Coladas) and I'll take care of wines and cordials.
Obviously, all staff sport sheer sarong. The end of the evening's food service will be announced by Eskimo's thunderous cannonball into the small circular pool, the depth of which forms the center of the restaurant. First floor patrons get to see Eskimo plunge into the water from the sub-surface perspective, while the second floor delight in the white-water-works of splash against the glass barriers that mostly protect them.
Of course, I need a dance floor...which means Eskimo is also DJ.
Sincerely,
G. Silver