And I can, so I did!
A nice outing with the Wednesday Walkers, although there was a misunderstanding along the way. I understood the group was going to do the Black Rock climb, and I agreed to join in. The rest of the group thought I was going to do my usual walk around and meet them at the bottom. So, when Swan and I reached the top of Black Rock, no one was there. It turns out the others decided not to do the climb and took an alternative trail. Since they thought I wasn’t coming, they didn’t bother to let me know. Anyway, it all worked out. Once we got back down, the rest of the group was waiting there for us.
Here’s a one-minute video clip of the view from on high.
Swan wanted to spend the evening with some friends, so I was on my own with only Zero to keep me company. Well, I was surrounded by bar girls, but these days I am always on my best behavior.
I bought the It Doesn’t Matter crew some chicken fingers to share, and handed out cookies and lollipops for dessert. The only lady drink was for my server. Next stop was Alaska Club to expend my “buy one, get one” coupon. I bought an order of Shanghai Lumpia from Sit-n-Bull to go with the cookies and suckers. As usual, the dancers (eight of them last night) got a 50 peso tip from the “big spending” expat. It ain’t much, but every little bit helps and seems to be appreciated.
I decided to make the seldom-visited Whiskey Girl the final stop of my night on the town. The primary motivation was another SOB coupon: “buy a lady drink, get TWO local drinks.” My waitress friend Kim was to be the recipient of the lady drink, but she returned and told me the bartender said it had to be a double lady drink. Bullshit, it doesn’t say that on the coupon. So, I called the manager over, showed him the coupon, and he agreed that a double was not required. An angry outburst was avoided, Kim got her SINGLE lady drink (although I did buy her another before leaving), and I received my two free beers. I messaged Swan to let her know where I was and told her to stop in on her way home if she wanted. She did, and my lonely night ended on a happy note.
Having a “me night” now and then is okay. It reminds me of the emptiness of my previous single life and thus makes me appreciate what I have now all the more. Good motivation to not fuck things up again as I near the end stage of my life. It’s kind of sweet having all the bar girls asking what happened to Swan. I guess that’s confirmation that I am truly out of the game.
Okay, Brian, this one is for you:
At least we are done with lyin’ Biden.
In March 2008, I wrote a post in honor of my son’s 30th birthday. I offered the fatherly advice to not be like me and learn from my mistakes. He has ghosted me now, so maybe that works best for him. It hurts, but people do what they will.
From Facebook memories:
And I was still posting bad jokes on Facebook, like this one:
A husband and wife were celebrating their 50th anniversary.
That night the wife approached her husband wearing the exact same sexy negligee she had worn on their wedding night.
She looked at her husband and said, “Honey, do you remember this?”
He looked up at her and said, “Yes dear, I do. You wore that same negligee the night we were married.”
She said, “That’s right. Do you remember what you said to me that night?”
He nodded and said, “Yes dear, I still remember.”
“Well, what was it?” she asked.
He responded, “As I remember, I said, ‘Oh baby, I’m going to suck the life out of those big boobs and screw your brains out.’ “
She giggled and said, “Yes honey, that’s exactly what you said. So, now it’s 50 years later, and I’m in the same negligee I wore that night. What do you have to say tonight?”
Again he looked up at her, and he replied, “Mission accomplished.”
Today’s YouTube video is an update on the insane vlogger Vitaly. Apparently, he is not doing well in a Filipino jail. That’s not surprising. But his jailers are not allowing outside food to be delivered to him, which is probably the only way I’d be able to survive confinement in that hellhole. It seems there is so much hatred for him that the jail fears the food donated for him might be poisoned. He’s fucked, that’s for sure.
Humor time:
And that’s it for that, this time. Thanks for coming by.
A nice outing with the Wednesday Walkers, although there was a misunderstanding along the way. I understood the group was going to do the Black Rock climb, and I agreed to join in. The rest of the group thought I was going to do my usual walk around and meet them at the bottom. So, when Swan and I reached the top of Black Rock, no one was there.
How does this sort of misunderstanding arise? Everyone simply assumes? I hope this kind of problem doesn’t occur too often. It feels a lot like one of those married-couple things where the wife says, “But I thought you were…,” and the husband says, “But I thought you were…” Every group needs a coordinator/leader responsible for communicating the agenda clearly and well beforehand. And you all don’t text each other when you go missing? Or is the signal bad when you’re out in the mountains? (It was bad for me along Skyline Drive.)
I’m sorry to hear your son no longer talks to you. So I ask in turn: what’s that all about? I’d guess it’s at least partly the American aversion to all of the May-September nonsense you old pervs engage in in the Philippines. But I suppose there are American examples of this, too, like the ill-fated Anna Nicole Smith and her nonagenarian hubby, J. Howard Marshall.
Re: finger block maneuver. What is that?
Re: Vitaly No sympathy from me.
Re: stock market. LOL. John, you’re a smart guy. Posting a one week return when the stock market went up is an obvious traveling/misdirection infraction. LOL
To make it fair, lets go back to Election Day:
Dow Jones
Nov 5 43729
May 12 42410
NASDAQ
Nov 5 18983
May 12 18708
Now, I’m was not a math major, but I am going to go out on a limb and guess that the total return has been negative since President Trump was elected. LOL
(we could go back to inauguration day on Jan 20, but that only makes things look even worse)
As we said before, time will tell. 🙂
No son wants to see his father piss away their inheritance on hookers I guess.
Good to know. Is beer okay?
Brian, the “finger block maneuver” is my attempt to be funny. The photo is legit, though. A real moment in time when a friend tried to flip me off after darts in Itaewon and I pushed his hand away with that snooty expression and some one captured it on camera.
The stock numbers I posted were just something I came across that made me think of you. It was posted in response to all the doom and gloom, world is ending crap, when stocks went down briefly a few days earlier. I am very confident you will be eating crow next year and I’ll be trying my best to be gracious with my “I told ya so”…
Kevin, misunderstandings like that one on our hikes are very rare. This one came about due to unrelated circumstances. When we headed out, we had a general idea of the area we’d be passing through, but no specific quest like Black Rock. When we got closer, Ed wanted to do the climb to BR and asked if I was going to go around instead (like I’m known to do). My response was intended to be, “No, I’ll go up,” but was heard as I wasn’t going. I’m slower than the others, so I’m always bringing up the rear. Somewhere during the ascent, the group changed their mind and took a different trail rather than going to the top. Since they thought I’d gone around, they didn’t know to wait for me. I did send a message from the summit, and they said they’d wait for me at the bottom.
I have no idea what is going on with Kevin. He’s a big-time lefty, so maybe it is politics. His wife doesn’t like my blog and doesn’t want my granddaughter to see it. Or perhaps it is something else, or he just doesn’t care about the old man. We didn’t have an argument or anything like that. I know I could reach out, but at least so far, my pride and distaste for drama preclude that.