HOT TOWN… Apparently Pacific Grove is experiencing a full-blown sexual revolution and, for the record, Squid is 100 percent behind it. Speaking of behinds, Brazilian thong dancers got freaky at last Friday’s Mardi Gras Asilomar event for the PG CHAMBER OF COMMERCE. The scantily-clad dancers shook their moneymakers wearing floss-like thongs, skin-tight leather and high-heeled boots. The musicians and dancers, members of SAMBA DO MAR, whipped the Chamber members into a frenzy with a potent combination of Brazilian drumming and wax jobs. There was so much flesh jiggling, Squid thought that outgoing City Manager ROSS HUBBARD was going to collapse from heart failure just a month before yanking the rip cord on that golden parachute of his.
The whole weird scene was muito quente, and Squid has developed a new appreciation for the Pagrovians’ wild sexual proclivities. By the way, Samba do Mar actually teaches people how to bump and grind to Brazilian rhythms at Chautauqua Hall on Wednesday nights as part of the wide array of classes sponsored by Pacific Grove’s recreation department. Squid wonders how Squid might look in a ten-legged thong?
Apparently there’s no wondering, however, when it comes to PG’s new city council member. Rumor has it that LISA BENNETT, who will be making a mid-term replacement of the whiny JOHN STIDHAM, can be found in the September 1979 issue of PLAYBOY. Hats and clothes off to Bennett. Now that’s precisely what the infamously fractious PG City Council needs—a little sexual healing.

PARTY POOPER… Let Squid be the first to admit it: Squid’s a clean freak. Which is probably why Squid prefers the new loo at the Monterey Bay TRAVELODGE to the open ocean. Fish and sea lions and otters use the sanctuary, and believe Squid, they are filthy.
Or rather, Squid did prefer the new, clean bathroom off the lobby at the Travelodge, until a self-described “PATRIOTIC SNITCH” called the City of Monterey’s Building Inspections Department and reported the hotel for its permit-less bathroom. Sadly, the illegal toilet’s gone, now, thanks to said snitch.
In May, the snitch reported the bathroom to the city. A week later, the snitch says, he dropped by the building department. “The department did indeed find the bathroom—which they tell me is more appropriately called a ‘toilet’—but just told the company to drop by to take out a 'demo permit.'
“So, of course, I said: ‘What? No fines? No demolition cranes?’ Answer: paying for the ‘demo permit’ serves sort of like a fine; the owner demolishes the thing himself.”
And at the bargain price of $139 for a demo permit, Squid’s thinking about building one Squidself. Hmmm, a Cannery Row toilet would sure be convenient. And, of course, super clean.
But back to snitch: “I think I’ve discovered a quick and cheap way for Monterey residents to get that extra bathroom they’ve been crying for: a) go ahead, jump the water wait-list lines, build it and enjoy it; b) if somebody snitches on you, pay for the demo permit; and c) forget to follow through. It’s easier than following the rules.”