But mostly clouds and rain. No hay problema, we didn’t let it put a damper on things.
Here’s a six-minute video of section eleven of the Candy Walk:
Next on my agenda for the day was attending the Alaska Club’s 20th Anniversary party. The Alaska Club holds a special place in my heart as the first bar I visited on my first trip to the Philippines back in 2008. In those days, Alaska was located in Angeles City. Here’s an old review I wrote for my Bars of Barretto series.
There’s plenty more to see in this post about a pool party I shared with the Alaska girls in July 2008. Damn, it feels like a lifetime ago.
So, last night’s party in Alaska started at 5 p.m. I arrived early and waited for the opening upstairs at BarCelona.
So, I arrived downstairs at Alaska promptly at five and secured a seat at my pal Jambo’s table.
I just checked Jambo’s YouTube channel, and he hasn’t posted anything from yesterday yet.
Anyway, owner Jerry threw a nice party, and I’m glad I’m still around after all these years as a sometimes patron of the bar.
And that was the wild of a wet day.
Sunday’s report card: 17,937 steps, 13.8 kilometers walked, 3,551 calories burned.
From the LTG archives is this picture-laden post about an “MT” trip to Busan in April 2009. I always enjoyed my visits to Korea’s second city in the south.
Today’s YouTube video is from a vlogger I don’t recall watching previously, but I found it interesting to get a taste of what living on a small island in a rural province is like. Probably not for me, but this guy moved there from Angeles City and seems to enjoy his new lifestyle.
That moment of Zen you (haven’t) been waiting for:
Monday Is An Awful Way To Spend 1/7 Of Your Week.
Let’s do some humor:
Sam had been in the hectic newspaper business for twenty-five years when he decided that he was sick of the stress and quit his job. He bought 50 acres of land in the middle of Nowhere, Vermont. His place was so isolated that the postman came only once a week and he went to the grocery store only once a month.
After six months of near total isolation, he hears a knock on the door. He opens the door and a big bearded Vermonter is standing there. He says, “Names Enoch…your neighbor from four miles over the ridge. Having a party Saturday…thought you’d like to come.”
“Great,” replies Sam. “After six months of living like this I’m ready to meet some local folks. Thanks for inviting me.”
As Enoch is leaving, he stops. “Gotta warn you, though, there’s gonna be some drinkin’.” “Not a problem. After 25 years in the newspaper business, I can drink with the best of them.”
Again, as he starts to leave, Enoch stops. “More ‘n likely gonna be some fightin’, too.” Tough crowd, Sam thinks to himself. “Well, I get along with people. Don’t worry, I’ll be there. Thanks again.”
Once again, Enoch turns from the door, “I’ve seen some wild sex at these parties, too.” “Now that is not a problem,” Sam says. “I’ve been up here all alone for six long months. I’ll definitely be there.
By the way, what should I wear?”
Enoch stops in the doorway one last time and says… “Whatever you want. Just gonna be the 2 of us there.”
He’s fucked!
And now it’s time to get ready for a rainy day Hash. I’ll make a decision about what to do when it is time to start. (As I wrote that sentence, a bolt of lightning just exploded outside my window. I might be screwed.)
Today’s song is one of my favorites from Gordon Lightfoot. But I never knew until today that it was written about his then-girlfriend, Cathy Smith. What a crazy bitch! She’s also the one who fed John Belushi the heroin overdose.
Here’s more on little Miss Cathy:
