The day it was

Did I pass?

I can’t remember the last time I was drunk. But I guess I wouldn’t. Seriously, though, with my relatively short daily drinking schedule (leave the house at 4ish and come home around 8) and only imbibing beer, I’m not prone to drunkenness. Which is good, because I like to maintain some semblance of control. Since Zero beer (3% alcohol) is off the market, I’m drinking the slightly stronger San Mig Light (5% alcohol), but I’ve slowed my intake pace to make up for it. Anyway, all is well with me in that regard.

Here’s how I rolled through another Thirstday:

Swan and I shared some delicious pancakes…
…and an American breakfast to start our morning at Mope Beach Resort. We passed on the toast and half the hash brown.
Then we burned off some of those calories with a 3.5K stroll around the neighborhood in La Paz.
A final look at the West Philippine Sea from my seat at Mope while awaiting our driver’s arrival.
Oh, and Scott sent me this AI enhancement of the Wednesday Walkers before we set out on our 10K trek through San Narciso.

The trip home went without incident. I grabbed a nap and did a blog post, then we were once more out the door. Since we had missed our Baloy Wednesday routine, we hit the sand yesterday to restore order and balance to our existence.

The Baloy Beach walk.
The sun that greeted us when we arrived on the Kokomo’s floating bar.
Only a couple of other customers, but one big spender had tabled all the girls. Good for him and them!

Owner Steve is back from Aussie-land, and it was nice to catch up with him again. Then the show began:

Thanks for that!
Time to head ashore.
Hope to see you next week, Kokomo’s!
The sun goes down, and the moon rises. Kinda like a circle game.
Nice to see you again, Treasure Island.

It seems the Ozempic really kicks in at dinnertime. I don’t have much of an appetite, and it is easily satiated. Once again, we shared a chicken quesadilla, and it was plenty satisfying.

And we made some new acquaintances:

Nice to meet you, Tess and Ray. Hope to see you again somewhere around town one day soon.

And then it was off to home and a batch of strawberry-banana smoothies before hitting the hay. Damn, it’s a good life!

Four years ago, this gal came up from Angeles City to visit Buddy and Lucky. That’s my story, and I’m sticking with it.

From the December 2018 LTG archives is a post where I expound on the lady drink culture and my other efforts to be generous without being taken advantage of. It took me a few more years to finally ignore the pleas and turn off the ATM. A weird thing about the linked post is that the font is larger than usual. I don’t know how that happened, but I like it. I wonder if I can figure out how to replicate it. Stay tuned.

Today’s YouTube video features a vlogger sharing his ten reasons why people shouldn’t retire in the Philippines. Well, I’ve experienced all ten since moving here almost eight years ago, but I still don’t regret the move. It all comes down to what you can tolerate and accept. Hell, I’m sure there would be ten similar things about any country you choose to reside in, including your homeland. Of course, my “take a deep breath, relax, and accept the Filipino way” mantra has served me well over the years.

Best of all, I still have my sense of humor. Such as it is:

All I know is that everything you know is wrong.
What goes around comes around.
Try looking up “inexplicable” in the dictionary. It just says, “cannot be explained.” So, I still don’t know what it means.

Why not just leave it at that for today.