During my last appointment with Dr. Jo, I invited her and her husband, Chris, to join me on a hike someday. That turned out to be yesterday. They live in Alta Vista but haven’t ventured out on any of the nearby trails. Not knowing their abilities, I figured I’d keep it easy. I needn’t have worried; they are both ardent hikers and had just climbed a mountain in Pundaquit the day before. I introduced them to the My Bitch trail, but felt like it probably wasn’t very challenging for them. They seemed to enjoy it, though. I told them next time, we’d do Black Rock, and they were both up for that probably sometime next week.
When it came time for my Saturday night adventure, I figured I’d start by treating the Blue Butterfly gals with the brownies they’d requested on my previous visit.
Regular readers may recall that Tanya had attended a few Hashes in the past. She even has a Hash name: Face Down Ass Up. Perhaps I’ll offer to sponsor her if she would like to attend again in the future.
When I was ready to move on, I decided that Cheap Charlies would be my next stop. But as I passed by Annex Bar, a young woman sitting at the front table called out to me. I didn’t recognize her, but that’s not unusual for me. I waved and intended to keep walking, but saw that Chris and his gal were inside. Not wanting to be rude, I went in to say hello. I still didn’t recognize the young woman sitting there, but when I ordered my beer, I bought her one too. I figured maybe she worked there, but it turns out that’s not the case. When I went to the CR, I asked the bartender about the girl seated up front. It seems she’s been visiting the past couple of days, sitting at the street table, and calling out to guys to come in and buy her a beer. The bartender said they would talk to her about it later, but I thought it was a pretty good game–she gets free beer, and the bar sells more drinks. I suspect she is a freelance prostitute, but her scheme seems much better than walking the street all night. Chris got a good laugh at my expense, but it was funny. I left after the one beer.
Cheap Charlies was unusually crowded, but it was Saturday night, and there seemed to be some tourists in town or maybe merchant ships in port. Tina and Alma joined me right away, and Nerissa came over when her customer departed.
But I wasn’t done yet. As I departed Cheap Charlies, I decided to pay a rare visit to Voodoo Bar.
But wait, there’s more! I wanted a nightcap to end the evening, and I was thinking about Sloppy Joe’s. But that cutie pie Karen was sitting out front of Alaska and enticed me to come inside. I chided her for the lackluster performance of the Alaska team at Friday’s SOB (only two showed up), then entered Alaska for the first time in a couple of months. One of the reasons I haven’t been back is the silent treatment I received from my former favorite, a dancer named Virginia. She was on stage last night, and the other dancers kept waiting for me to call her down. I chose to ignore her instead. It was a little uncomfortable sitting there alone, and I was trying to decide which of the other dancers I might welcome to my table. Then I remembered sweet Karen sitting outside and had my waitress fetch her.
Speaking of age gaps, this Facebook Reel (their version of TikTok) cracked me up. It reminded me of my epiphany when I realized my granddaughter and Mary are the same age.
Anyway, one of my regular trike drivers was waiting out front when I left Alaska (I wonder if they follow me around?) and got me home safe and sound. And so ended another day in paradise.
I’m not even gonna try to guess what pun you were going for with your post title. If “nate” were a verb, that might be something, but according to Dictionary.com, nates (only plural) means “buttocks.” I’ve never heard the term before.
Your doctors look way younger than I thought they’d look.
Here in Korea, when you’re out in the farmlands, you’ll occasionally see this weird thing where soda bottles either hang from fences or are placed on top of fence posts, like in your photo of the Mountain Dews. I wonder what that’s all about.
Brownies look awesome.
So “Presto” = PI version of Oreos, eh?
I suspect she is a freelance prostitute, but her scheme seems much better than walking the street all night.
No built-in internal ho alarm? That explains much. Heh.
Well, it seems to have been a fun night. Keep working on your “ho-dar” (if “gaydar” is how you tell who’s gay, then “ho-dar” is, well, you can guess). Avoid drama.
I’m a bad writer these days. To clarify: I understand that “in-doctor-nated” is supposed to make you think of “indoctrinated.” But I guess the pun fell flat for me because no indoctrination occurs in your post. You’re out with doctors, yes, but I guess I was looking for that further wrinkle that makes a pun truly meaningful.
Famous example:
Ruth and Johnny, Side by side,
went out for an auto ride.
They hit a bump. Ruth hit a tree,
and John kept going—
Ruthlessly.
Some versions have the couple on a motorcycle.
Yeah, the pun fell flat, as sometimes happens. “In doctor nate” was indeed intended to be a play on “indoctrinate,” and the connection in the post was supposed to be my introduction of my doctor friends to the hiking joys easily accessed from our Alta Vista neighborhood. Alas, any “joke” that has to be explained is, by definition, a failure.
No idea what’s up with those soda bottles on fence posts; I assume it is for decorative purposes. I guess a culture that loves to litter so much might see beauty in hanging trash around the yard.
Yes, Presto is very much like an Oreo, as are the Bingo cookies I normally hand out. The main difference is that I never spell Presto or Bingo with an “a” at the end. Like I initially did when I typed “Orea” above.
Yes, avoiding drama has become my primary goal in life of late. I frequently hear drama alarm bells (dradar?) as I become more acquainted with a woman. Perhaps that explains why I don’t have a girlfriend.