What can I say that hasn’t been said before? Not much, so I’ll keep it short. And sweet, of course.

I’ve come up with a solution to that issue with the Sunday school marm. Starting next week, we will flip the Candy Walk to Saturdays and do the Sweet Stroll on Sunday instead. No issues with the holier-than-thou lady that way.

Next up on the Sunday agenda was feeding the hungry crew at Hideaway bar.

With the Hideaway feeding accomplished, it was time for me to meet Swan and feed ourselves at John’s place.

Then we did our usual stop at Red Bar and finished with a nightcap at Jumpin’ Jacks. Swan is planning a big celebration on August 27th for some reason, and we are waiting to hear back on our request to hold the event at Jumpin’ Jacks. They’d need to open two hours early (at four p.m.), but I assured them we’d drink enough to make it worthwhile. We’ll see. There’s always The Rite Spot if need be.

In January 2011, I wrote about a funeral, a birthday, and a baby in the shithole town of Goltry, Oklahoma. The circle of life continues.

Three years ago, I experienced the shame that comes with surrender.

Who’s up for the wit and wisdom of Smart Girl Philippines? In today’s video, she talks about cockblockers. Sadly, I experienced this firsthand, and the culprit was an expat. I was just getting started in a relationship with a Filipina that he had a crush on, and he backdoored me by telling her mother a bunch of lies about me. After the damage was irrevocably done, the mother learned the truth and tearfully apologized to me. I forgave her because it wasn’t her fault. I’ll never forgive that fucking cockblocker, though (yeah, I still see him around town sometimes).

Today’s funny pages:

There you have it in a nutshell. I’m not participating in today’s Hash because it’s a Guenter trail, and it starts and finishes way out at the end of Rizal Extension. Swan and I will do our own hike and finish at It Doesn’t Matter for our after-Hash. Tomorrow morning, after shopping, we’ll head out to Pundaquit for two days and nights on the beach. Posting may be hit or miss depending on how much we drink, as two other couples (neighbor Jeff and Davina, along with Matt and his wife, Joyce. No worries, though, I’ll fill in whatever gaps there may be in subsequent posts. Plus, it will be something different for a change. Looking forward to a good time!

Here is the song my nephew Jason (who used to be in a punk rock band) and his wife (a singer from the Philippines Jason met on a cruise ship) performed for us after the funeral.