…since my last post.  Here’s what went down:

I continued my efforts to channel Magellan, exploring new and better paths for my daily walking excursions.

Then in the afternoon it was off to play in the dart tourney.  What made that interesting was that I drew Alan as my partner.  Alan doesn’t like vaping and I don’t like him.  I wrote about our falling out here.  Since that day back in October we haven’t spoken.  When we learned we were going to be dart partners he muttered “well, that’s awkward.”  I told him no big deal, let’s just play and have fun.  And that’s what we did, finishing in second place.  I did try to be polite and not vape around him while we played.

After darts I suggested to Cherry and Marissa that we go out to Arizona for dinner.  They were down with that, and when we arrived I asked the waitress if our food could be delivered to the floating bar.  And it was.

Now, I’m not on the floating bar all that much, but it was pretty strange last night.  On the other side of the bar a group of young men were in celebration mode, and one of the “waitresses” was helping them celebrate with some sexy dance moves.  I recognized the waitress as the wife of one of the Hashers.  And then the lights went out and the sexy dancing turned to, well, it appeared to be some form of sex.  The oral variety anyway.  It was dark and I didn’t have a clear view, but I did see panties coming down.

Of course I’m at a table with five other ladies and I didn’t really appreciate being forced to sit in the dark.  My complaints were ignored though.  Those guys were spending big money on drinks.  We left shortly thereafter and in the lobby of the Arizona was the Hash guy.  I greeted him and he told me he was waiting for his wife to finish work so they could head out to Angeles City.  Good luck with that I thought to myself.

So, I brought Marissa home with me and Tere (my helper) did her rude disappearing act.  Well, I was drunk and I’d had enough of that behavior.  So I gave her a demonstration of my big voice.  She hollered back about her “phobia” (which only seems to apply to women I bring home).  Anyway, it was pretty ugly.  I went to bed thinking I was going to have to fire Tere.

This morning we had a long talk though and she seemed sincere that she is trying to do better and wants to overcome her “phobia”.  I told her I don’t care if you don’t want to hang out when I have company, but I do expect you to be polite to my guests.  Otherwise Tere does a good job and I’d prefer to keep her.  We’ll see.

18,000 steps so far today and I still have the Hash to do.  Tonight I’ll be heading to Clark Airport in Angeles City to pick up my nephew Justin who’s visiting for the holidays.

And that brings y’all up to date on my so-called life.