I grew up in a pretty religious family, but I had never heard of “Maundy Thursday” until my first trip to the Philippines. I made the mistake of coming during Holy Week. I remember landing in Cebu, checking into my hotel, then taking a walk around the neighborhood, and just about everything was closed. I asked someone what was going on, and they gave me a look like I was stupid before saying, “Maundy.” Really? I thought it was Thursday. Anyway, the story has a happy ending— I found an open bar and even brought a girl back to the hotel that night. She was up before dawn, and I asked her what her hurry was. She told me she was going to attend the Good Friday mass. Fuck me, I said under my breath. “I already did,” she said with a shrug. Okay, that last part I just made up, but I remember thinking it’s weird to be a religious prostitute.

Yesterday’s Maundy was much more mundane. Swan and I did a 5K morning walk.

Later, we went into town for a foot spa.

After the foot spa, we headed to Jewel Cafe for dinner. We were the only customers, and we both ordered the baby back ribs. I had a beer while we waited. And waited. I’m thinking, why is it taking so long if we are the only ones here. Then I saw what was happening. The kitchen was pumping out orders in take-out boxes, and the Grab drivers were picking them up for delivery. Ah, the 21st century. Even when you are the only one present, everyone connected is ahead of you in line. Swan was planning to meet up with a girlfriend after dinner, so we finally just asked for our food to be boxed like everyone else’s and took it with us. That’s twice I’ve managed to skip dinner since I began the Ozempic regimen.

We went to Sloppy Joe’s for the meet-up, and the joint was packed. A big pool tournament was going on, and our preferred street-side seats weren’t available. We ordered a beer and a glass of wine while we waited for the friend, and then Swan saw another friend from the neighborhood heading to the Alaska Club with her hubby, so we decided to join them there. And there I was, the only guy at a table with three Filipinas chirping away in Tagalog. Good times!

At the appointed hour, we said our goodnights and departed for home, where a bowl of sugar-free pudding was waiting for me. It served as my last supper.

Continuing on with the June 2018 LTG archives, after six weeks in the Philippines, I finally had my first date with a gal I met at Alley Cats named Marissa. Long-time readers will recall she was destined to become my first girlfriend here. It turned out to be quite the roller-coaster ride.

I’m a big “Lord of the Rings” fan, having read the books multiple times (including reading them aloud to wife #3). I also enjoyed the Peter Jackson films more than once. They were also well done. Today’s YouTube video shares a scene I admittedly missed, or at least didn’t pick up on the context of the moment. And now I have.

Funny you should say that…

Yeah, I’ve had enough, too.

It is pretty special to have a day on the calendar every year in your honor. But lord knows I’ve earned it. That said, my foolish life doesn’t compare with some of the idiots I encounter. With the wisdom of old age, I just tend to laugh at them these days. I don’t engage in much political discourse here at LTG. I learned long ago that there is no point in arguing politics on social media because minds aren’t going to be changed. I mean, honest discourse and sharing viewpoints are still possible even if you disagree (commenter Brian and I have had some decent back-and-forths lately), but sadly, that seems to be the exception rather than the rule. I still find it entertaining to post a political meme on Facebook just to witness the lefty heads exploding. Like that Trump quote I shared here yesterday, telling our “allies” that if they need oil, they should keep the Hormuz Straight open. We’ve got plenty of our own oil. Now, I usually save the humor until the end of the blog, but this comment (which I didn’t approve) from reader “Hugo” is worth sharing here to illustrate my point:

Dumbing down???? You’re a racist Trump supporter who is unable to think critically. I don’t think it’s possible to get any dumber than you. No wonder your family has disowned you; you’re a disgrace to anything human.

Dude, take a look in the mirror. What makes me a racist? Because I’m white, support Trump, and have different viewpoints than you? Calling someone a racist for any of those reasons makes you one. I’m from the Martin Luther King era and was raised to judge people on the content of their character, not the color of their skin. And if this comment is indicative of your character, you are the disgrace.

We’ll leave it at that. Now, back to our regular programming.

The Wednesday Walkers headed out to the old Navy base (SBMA) and did a pleasant 8K walkaround.

But the fun wasn’t done! It being Wednesday and all, we ventured out to Baloy Beach later in the afternoon.

And then our dinner plans hit a bump in the road. We plopped down at Treasure Island, as is our custom, only to be told there was no red wine available. It doesn’t make sense for a dining establishment to be out of wine, but so be it. We decided to walk up the road and have one of those steak dinners at Viking Resort. But when we arrived, karaoke music was blasting at full volume. I found that irksome, but this is the Philippines. I don’t have to listen to that shit while I’m eating, though, so we moved on, then grabbed a trike for Mango’s. And guess what? The waitress said she was out of red wine. (queue up: take a deep breath, relax, and accept the Filipino way). Luckily, the manager, someone I’ve known for years, was standing nearby, and I said to her, How can you not have red wine? She responded, “We have it”, and took the waitress with her to the stockroom. She returned with a big bottle of red wine, and the evening was saved.

Then it was time to head home for a strawberry-banana smoothie and some blissful sleep.

I woke in time to see the moon go down this morning:

In other news, it’s official. I’m elderly.

This wasn’t my idea; Swan did all the paperwork required to have it issued. I’m not sure I’ll take advantage of it because, from everything I’ve read, only citizens are entitled to the discounts. Not worth getting deported over.

It’s still June 2018 in the LTG archives, and I’m starting off my second month in the Philippines by finally securing the deal on a house to rent in Alta Vista. Not the one I thought I was getting, but one that was good enough under the circumstances.

For today’s YouTube video, we’ll take a trip back in time and take a gander at life in Olongapo during the Navy days. I’m told by the Navy veterans (and there are a lot of them living here) that Subic Bay was everyone’s favorite port of call.

Now for some funny business:

And that, my friends (and enemies), is all I’ve got for today. Let’s try again tomorrow.

Man, it’s been a LONG time since I’d heard this one. Damn, that shoe is a good fit.

They say it’s the little things in life that tell the bigger story. If that’s the case, I’m getting dumber by the day. Every Tuesday morning, my driver picks us up for the grocery-shopping excursion to Olongapo. As we neared our destination, I suddenly realized I had no means of payment because I’d forgotten to put my credit card in my wallet before leaving home (for security, I only carry it when I plan to use it). So, we had to make a U-turn on the highway and go back home to get it. This caused additional stress because I needed to finish shopping in time to make it to my 10 a.m. appointment with Dr. Jo. Stupid is as stupid does. Anyway, it all worked out. I gave my driver some additional pesos for the extra fuel expended and arrived at Dr. Jo’s with five minutes to spare.

I received my second injection of Ozempic and reported no adverse side effects other than some occasional acid reflux. Dr. Jo advised that this is a common reaction. My appetite seems somewhat repressed, at least to the extent that my craving for between-meal snacks has been, for the most part, eliminated. I was a little disappointed that I only lost 1.4 pounds last week, but progress is progress, I suppose.

At beer o’clock, I made my way to Alley Hideout for the Tuesday blind-draw dart tournament. And as fate would have it, I once again drew Amie as my partner. We once again threw mediocre darts, winning one of our three matches before elimination. Still, playing with Amie, I feel no pressure as she takes it all in stride and enjoys herself, win or lose.

Swan was attending a gathering of friends, so I did a solo nightcap at Gold Bar before calling it a night and dragging my sorry ass home. Probably the smartest thing I did all day.

I posted this on Facebook and more liberal heads than usual exploded:

From the June 2018 LTG archives, almost a month in the Philippines, and I STILL haven’t found a girl. In this post, I share my observations on the dating game as played in my new homeland.

Today’s YouTube video discusses the state of emergency in the Philippines. Rising prices here have a significantly greater impact on the working poor population. I’m hoping things calm down soon. I heard a rumor that the government may declare a lockdown to reduce energy consumption. Crazy times.

The laughs are still free:

I’m still smart enough to know when it is time to end a post like this one. Done!