After the routine morning chores, my first order of business was a visit to immigration to renew my tourist visa for another sixty days. It was a little bit different experience this time because the office has moved to the 6th floor of the SM mall downtown. Getting there was bizarre. The mall doesn’t open until ten a.m., and the parking garage had a traffic cone blocking the entrance. My driver told the guard we were going to immigration, and he moved the cone and let us enter. The parking lot is on the 5th floor, so you’d think one floor up to get there. You would be wrong. The elevator attendant said we had to go down to the 3rd floor and catch a different elevator to the 6th floor. So, that’s what we did. It was weird walking through a closed mall to get to the other elevators. Anyway, the new immigration office is nice enough. I was the only customer, but it took longer than normal anyway. And they charged me 4100 pesos rather than the usual 3000. Like the good visitor that I am, I didn’t dare question why. No need to get deported over twenty bucks.

The next stop was the BPI ATM at Harbor Point Mall on SBMA. Except the machine wasn’t working, so we had to drive across the base to another ATM. This one worked, and my wallet was restocked with a week’s worth of cash, so we headed for the grocery shopping event at Royal. I spent “only” 12,000 this week, including some items for Swan’s pantry

Dropped Swan at home, unloaded the groceries, and took a nap. Swan messaged she was going to Subic, and I responded, “Enjoy.” Then she said she was going to Olongapo instead to shop for school supplies for the nieces. Well, I didn’t see any need to respond to that one. I figured she’d let me know when she was back home if she wanted to see me (Tuesday is supposedly “our day.” I didn’t hear from her by four p.m. (aka, beer o’clock), so I headed into town. I figured if she wanted to meet up, I’d catch a trike back to her place.

A good crowd at Sloppy Joe’s, and I sat at a table with Martin and Chris and shared some banter. Three beers later I was feeling a little hungry so I headed up the highway in search of grub. Was thinking I wanted something light, more of a snack, and different from my usual dinner fare. As I passed by Mugshots I saw their Tuesday special was a ham and cheese wrap–buy one and get a free beer! I was hooked, so I went in and ordered one.

I appreciated a limited menu, especially in a small bar environment like Mugshots. I’ve only had the chicken wings before, but they were quite tasty.

My waitress, April, was friendly and attractive, and earned herself a lady drink. I also bought an order of wings for the girls to share before I departed. It was a pleasant visit.

I considered visiting the Annex bar next, but my favorite seating was occupied by a biker club in full regalia–The Misfits if I recall correctly. Ron, the owner of Sit-n-Bull, was one of them and I called him out to the road shoulder where the motorcycles were parked and asked him if those movie scenes where the drunk guy knocks over one bike and the rest fall like dominos, resulting in the drunk getting his ass kicked, were accurate. He advised me not to find out. So I didn’t. Instead, I climbed the stairs to Cheap Charlies.

After a couple of beers and a couple of lady drinks, I was ready to move on. The next (and last) stop for the evening was Wet Spot.

I took my regular seat and settled in for my nightcap beer. As is my custom, I bought my regular waitress a drink as well. And then came the big surprise of the night. A woman I hadn’t seen for months and months was suddenly standing right beside me, offering her greetings.

Manager Brett sent me over a free beer, and I naturally provided liquid refreshments for Aine. We had a friendly chat, but I was also distracted by my phone. When I first arrived at Wet Spot, I had sent Swan a message telling her I was sorry we hadn’t been able to get together. She responded that she had wanted to do so, but I had never answered her message about her trip to Olongapo. WTF? I asked what I was supposed to say about that, and if she had wanted to see me, all she needed to do was ask, and I’d come running. Anyway, we went back and forth for a while, but the issue wasn’t really resolved until this morning’s coffee.

I went a little overboard at Wet Spot, spending over 1000 pesos on lady drinks. But it was a welcome-back celebration for Aine, so why not. Before catching a trike for home, I went next door to Sit-n-Bull for some take-out dessert.

Not bad for a Tuesday, eh? We had mostly clear skies this morning which allowed the Wednesday Walkers to head for the hills in Calapacuan (or was it Calapadayan?). Anyway, I’ll post the photos from that adventure tomorrow. Joy called in sick to work today, so there will be no feeding at Hideaway. But as fate would have it, my Whiskey Girl pal, Kim, messaged me that she is now working at Showgirls bar. The only time I’ve been to that bar was when it first opened. Let me see if I did a review. Why, yes I did! Tonight’s her first night, so I will welcome her with a lady drink and the brownies I would have taken to Hideaway.

It’s a crazy world.

Yesterday started out wet, which is surprising for this time of year. No worries, though; the raindrops weren’t falling on my head. I carried an umbrella on my morning walk. Because of the damp conditions, I opted out of my standard Thursday trek and improvised a paved stroll through barangay Matain on the Subic side of the river.

Carrying an umbrella and using the phone camera don’t work well for me. I did manage two shots from the walk.

I had a burger patty (with a cheese slice and ketchup) for breakfast. No lunch again, but I alleviated the hunger pangs with some walnuts and a cheese stick.

When bar o’clock rolled around, I made my way to It Doesn’t Matter and enjoyed my first gin and soda of the day. In fact, I enjoyed it so much I had another. Although skipping the lunch meal is a big part of my calorie reduction strategy, drinking on an empty stomach is not a great option (you tend to get drunk quicker). So, it was an easy decision to decide to find something for dinner. What and where were the questions I needed to resolve.

And there was my answer: the best food in town for the best person I can be–John’s Sushi and Steak was my destination. I hoofed it to the other side of town and considered the menu options. I love the sandwiches, but bread and fries are carbs I need to avoid (along with beer, of course). And then I thought, John has the best steaks in town; why not get one of those? Yeah, they’re pricey, but I’m worth it.

And now, what about dessert? Well, I had another SOB coupon to use. This one was good for all the local drinks you could consume in a consecutive three-hour period for only 500 pesos. I did the math and determined that I would need four gin and sodas to get my money’s worth. The three hours weren’t going to be a problem, but would I still be standing after sucking down so much hard liquor (I really am a beer man at heart)? Only one way to find out, and I decided to make my voyage of discovery at Whiskey Girl in the comforting company of my favorite waitress there, Jen. (Yeah, I sure do seem to have a lot of Gin/Gen/Jen in my life these days).

Four (or was it five?) drinks later, I was feeling no pain. I’d bought a slew of lady drinks for Jen, and she was happily snuggled up next to me on our cushioned bench along the wall. I was tempted to go the barfine route with her, but I’ll save that experience for a more sober time.

I’m kidding. I think. I guess I’m just in a que será, se​rá mode. Still chatting with Gen every day, and I expect we’ll be meeting up next week. She wants to watch me eat balut for the first time. We’ll see what happens after that. I’ve got six months to fill…

If there is one thing Uncle Sam excels at, it is collecting his debts. I was reminded of this fact when my daughter sent me a copy of a letter mailed to her address from the Department of the Treasury. It seems the powers that be in my homeland believe I owe them some money. That was shocking news to me since I made it a point to be debt free prior to commencing my second retirement from government service.

My initial reaction was the letter which threatens to withhold up to 25% of my pension check as of June 1st, was that this must be some kind of scam. For instance, the letter does not say to whom and how much I owe or why I’m suddenly indebted to something called “DMSOC-East” in Birmingham, Alabama. I wracked my brain throughout the day trying to figure out why I was being targeted. Of course my first thoughts were that it must be tax related, but I had sent the IRS a hefty $8000. dollar check last April paying my tax obligations in full. I also wondered why whatever the issue with my unknown delinquency may be, I had never been previously contacted to advise me of the mysterious debt. All the letter had to offer in answer to these questions was a 1-800 number I could call.

Well. The first thing I needed to do was to figure out just how in the fuck do I make a call to a toll-free number deep in the heart of Dixie? Once I had obtained some guidance in that regard I needed to wait until my night became working hours back in America the beautiful. On my second attempt (had to figure out how to do the +1 country code on my cell phone keypad) I got a recording with some options. I chose wrong apparently because the robot voice said they couldn’t help with that and immediately hung up. On my next try I was more diligent and chose the “other” option. Whereupon the voice said all agents were busy and would be busy for at least 10 minutes, but to hold the line or otherwise lose my place in the queue. Alrighty then.

In due course a human came on the line and the game was on! He needed to verify that I am who I say I am and after I satisfactorily answered a series of questions he asked me “how can I help you?” I responded please tell me what the heck is going on. Who do I owe and how much? I was advised that the debt was still with a private collection agency and I would have to call them for details. He was able to tell me that my indebtedness was to the Brian Allgood Army Hospital in Seoul, Korea.

Ah! Now I remembered. Just before departing Korea I had all of my prescriptions refilled. The normal process is that my insurance is billed and I’m on the hook for whatever amount is not covered. But for some reason I had never received an invoice for the unpaid balance. I had in fact been diligent about turning in a change of address to the Army Post Office but apparently nothing related to this bill ever got forwarded to my stateside address.

Well, at least I know now that the debt is legit. And I do take some pride in paying what I owe in life–unlike the socialists I’m not looking for a free ride. The agent on the phone was attempting to give me the contact info for the private collection agency and I told him not to bother. I’d prefer to just have the money deducted from the pension check in June. Much less hassle for me that way. The agent indicated there was no downside to my thinking in that regard so I thanked him for his time and we said our goodbyes.

And that constitutes the most excitement I’ve experienced in a good long while. And that is just about all the excitement I need or want. At least until April 15. Which reminds me, I’ve not heard back from my tax preparer. Damn it!