…was also the first day of the month. Otherwise, it was pretty much like every Sunday around here. I’m not complaining; keep ’em comin’!
The Hideaway feeding was also pretty much standard fare. There’s a new girl working now, so that’s one more mouth to feed. I was surprised to see the bar was packed, even without a pool league match. That’s a good sign. One of the other customers was an old acquaintance who lives in San Antonio. It was nice to see him again after many months.
Speaking of eating, it was time for my Sunday dinner date with Swan.
We were once again the only customers at John’s place, but the service and food quality remained up to John’s high standards.
We did our nightcap at Wet Spot. Things went a tad overboard when a customer bought me a drink, and shortly after that, the bar comped me one. I suppose it is better to be fat than rude, so naturally, I accepted the generous gestures. It was a gin and soda night, and my comfort zone with that drink is limiting myself to six beverages. The two freebies put me at eight for the night. I was slightly buzzed but in control of my faculties.
And this is the price I paid for my over zealousness:
Today is the seventh anniversary of my longest walk.
It’s been a while since we last checked in with Reekay. Today’s YouTube video takes on the “real women” of the West and their unfavorable views of Asian women, who many men find much more desirable. I didn’t technically move to the PI for the women, although I obviously enjoy the unique qualities that come with a good-hearted Filipina. It just took me way too long to find the right one for me.
And maybe these will put a smile on your face:
And now it is Hash Monday once again.
Vienna Sausage is the Hare once again, and I’m unsure what his message in German on that pole is supposed to mean. Google Translate gives me this: Pleasure Palace Frederick the Rough Sanssouci, which makes about as much sense as not shortcutting his trails. In fact, I’m going to start from Alta Vista instead of the VFW, and I’ll likely consider my safety and comfort as I determine how much of the rest of his trail is worthy of my time. I’ll let you know how that goes tomorrow.
I think one of the first stereotypes to go out the window after marriage is the idea the Asian women are demure and submissive. For American feminists to hold on to that stereotype is hilarious.
It was a different commenter who warned about the possibility that the kids might start to expect these weekly deliveries and become toxically dependent on them. Can you ask the kids to start paying these good deeds forward in some way? Can this good thing be made into something greater?
I don’t know what “sans souci” might mean in German, but it’s borrowed from French, where it means “without worry.” So… a pleasure palace where you won’t get any diseases?
Regarding female Asian stereotypes, I agree with you. That said, the type of Western woman who believes and perpetuates those myths is the type who is driving Western men away. And physically, I will take a little brown beauty over the chunky gals back home without hesitation. As I said, it wasn’t the women that made me flee the USA, and women weren’t the primary motivation for moving here, but they do help make it a special place to be.
Honestly, I don’t think our once-a-week brief interactions can influence the kids we candy. I’m trying to get them to stop running down the middle of the road as we approach with limited success. Swan admonishes against littering and sometimes has them line up and wait patiently for their turn at the handout, but that’s about the extent of our behavior modification. I doubt they’ll become dependent on us. Yes, many of them look forward to our weekly arrival, but if we stopped coming, we wouldn’t be missed for long.
I talked to the German Hare who wrote that message on the pole. He said the man who lives in the house is German, and the words were directed towards him. He acknowledged the French origins of “sans souci,” and I noticed as I passed the house on the hike yesterday that the resident calls his house “Sans Souci” based on those words being written on his fence.