What other way is there to go? Here’s how I rolled yesterday.
A good hike with the Wednesday Walkers to start my day. Not too long (under 6K) but with two decent climbs that kept the sweat glands pumping.
A nap, a blog post, and another episode of Lucifer while the brownies were baking, then it was time to head for the Wednesday feeding at Hideaway.
I was more generous than usual last night, buying all the girls a drink and several for Joy. My bar tab was almost 2000 pesos, and the food was another 2000 pesos. The Hideaway feeding has become my costly “charity” project, and obviously, the money could be better spent on those truly in need. But what am I gonna do? The gals look forward to being fed every Wednesday and Sunday, and I don’t want to let them down. I guess I’ll count it as a blessing that I can afford to indulge them.
After Hideaway, I walked across town to do my nightcap at Whiskey Girl. The last couple of times I’d visited, my cuddler Jenn was with another customer. I found out last night she has been on a two-week barfine (so far). Well, good for her. That’s why she’s there, and that’s how she makes a living. I’ve got no grounds to be selfishly disappointed because I didn’t get my squeeze. Actually, Whiskey Girl is celebrating its two-year anniversary tonight, and I’ve got a VIP ticket (free drinks from 5 until 6 p.m.), so I’ll be there for that. And I’m sure I’ll find a suitable substitute for Jenn. That’s the way the game is played in the bars, and rumor has it I’m a player.
I posted a comment on a post about the Go Fund Me page Bob’s motorcycle club has started on his behalf, asking if there would be a donation box at Sunday’s wake. Bob’s widow sent me a message saying there would be but requested that I make the donation directly to her (apparently, someone has been stealing from the box). I told her I would be happy to do so, and she thanked me, saying it was much needed and much appreciated. That’s one thing about dying–your problems are over, but not so much for the ones you leave behind.
That’s the way it was. And soon, I’ll discover what’s to be. I’ll share what I find out here tomorrow. See you then!
The route we walked
What’s up with that red squiggle at the end of the trail? Did people just walk around aimlessly for a while or something?
Pork lumpia and fried chicken
Inside the purple bowl, are those bags of some kind of sauce?
Nice walk, good food… what more can you ask for?
Damn it, you weren’t supposed to notice the red squiggle. What happened is I forgot to turn off the tracker for over an hour after I got back home. When it is on, and you are not moving, it makes it freak out like that.
Yeah, that is some kind of sauce for the lumpia. The chicken came with containers of gravy.
What more could I ask for? Don’t get me started! But yeah, I am to walk and buy food, and those are blessings that many can’t manage, so I’ve been blessed.