Greetings from Angeles City, Pampanga province, Luzon Island, Philippines. The internet sucks here at the Boomerang hotel, but I’ll do my best to knock out a post before heading off to the ACH3 anniversary Hash this afternoon.
We began our Saturday with a San Isidro candy walk.
We got in 5K before the candy ran out.
Back home for the usual, plus packing our bags for the upcoming trip. Our ride was picking us up at It Doesn’t Matter bar somewhere between four and five (it wound up be closer to five). So, with everything ready to go, we headed out to Baloy Beach to say our goodbyes to the Kokomo floating bar.
We’ll be back when the seasons change.
We grabbed a trike for Alta Vista, loaded up our bags, and then got dropped at IDM. Our ride came, we had a pleasant drive out to Angeles, then checked into our hotel.
We enjoyed dinner last night at the new Margarita Station. It was located near Walking Street for many years but lost its lease. This new location is a bit out of the way, but the food is as good as ever. I had a chicken quesadilla, and it might have been the best one I’ve had—at least as far as I can remember, which these days isn’t much.
And now it’s time to prepare for today’s adventure. The AC Hash is usually pretty tame, so hopefully I won’t get my ass kicked climbing hills. Only one way to find out.
Today’s YouTube is weather related. Yeah, it rained last night and it appears rainy season is finally arriving. Of course, I’d prefer not to Hash in a storm, but I’m gonna be wet with sweat or with water, so I guess it doesn’t matter much.
A little humor:
Until we meet again.
I think it’s good that you travel a bit, John. Taking a break from the local haunts is always nice. My local isn’t a bar or even a 7-11, just a gas station, and their beer coolers are always locked. When I first started going there on the regular, like in mid/late 2021 they had some policy where you had to leave your ID with the clerk before they’d unlock it. I think I went in maybe twice at 0600, before I started making it a priority to ensure I had enough booze in the house to tide me over until the afternoon, at least, for how off-putting the morning clerk was. Nowadays I’m kinda lucky – day or night – because it’s been the same 3 people working there for all the years I’ve been going to the place; when I walk in I just have to make eye contact and give them a wave and they’ll nod, smirk, and wordlessly unlock the beer coolers. They know what I’m about.
Come and get it!
With the obligatory bit of litter on the ground, I see.
I’m burnin’, I’m burnin’, I’m burnin’ for you…
At first, that seemed that a pervy thing to be singing to that little girl. Then I saw the fire. And realized I was the perv.
This woman is bringing a bag of mangos for Swan. That happened twice yesterday.
Make a mango-shrimp salad. Those are awesome.
What the hell? You almost never see this kind of nasty graffiti around here.
The PI is evolving… just not in the right direction.
but the crap internet makes this post frustratingly difficult.
You can save yourself a lot of frustration if you have a “compose offline” option. That way, all the headaches happen only at the moment you try to upload your composed blog post to your blog.
Have a fun Hash, tame though it may be.
Damn. I wrote:
At first, that seemed that a pervy thing to be singing to that little girl.
Should be:
At first, that seemed a pervy thing to be singing to that little girl.
My brain. It farts.
Kev, well, I wondered about the ambiguity of the burnin’ caption; I’m glad you saw the true intent. Good thing I didn’t use the “I’m On Fire” lyrics:
Hey, little girl, is your daddy home?
Did he go away and leave you all alone?
I got a bad desire
Oh, oh, oh
I’m on fire
Thanks for the recipe; I’ll share it with Swan; I know she’d like it.
Thanks, Thompson. Yes, it is nice to have “regular” status at your haunts and hangouts. It’s also nice to be out of town where no one knows your name sometimes.