Saturday’s come and go, and yesterday came and went. Here is how it went down:

We did the Candy Walk on Saturday to avoid any controversy with the Sunday school teacher. The woman who runs the sari-sari store across the street from the church talked to the pastor, and he told her we should ignore the Karen because the kids are happy to see us. I guess he is worried about attendance if we are not there to provide an incentive to go to church. We still had a record-breaking day, so I’m leaning toward keeping the walk on Saturday.

250+ bags of sweets handed out, so the effort was worthwhile.

Once again, Swan opted to stay home instead of helping me keep the bars in business. Oh well, her choice. Here’s what she missed:

I mentioned a couple of weeks ago that BarCelona had closed because they couldn’t pay their electric bill. They recently reopened, so I figured I’d give them a try. All the old familiar faces working there were gone, and the new ones weren’t an improvement. If I’m not mistaken, the bartender was a bakla (transgender). I’m tolerant enough not to be put off by that, but I have no tolerance for bad music played at high volume. Two beers and out, and I doubt I’ll be back. A beautiful venue doomed by poor management (and two flights of stairs).

I wasn’t sure where to go next. I was thinking about Hot Zone, but it was still two hours before their 7 p.m. opening. I popped into Sloppy Joe’s to consider options over a beer. Then I decided to have something to eat.

I was enjoying doing the open-air bar vibes, but wanted a change of scenery. Next stop, the seldom-visited Annex Bar. Hasher Fast and Loose was tending bar, so there was a familiar face to greet me. I was surprised that Annex was everything BarCelona isn’t. The place was packed, and they were playing some classic rock oldies with music videos on the big screen, like this one of Nancy Sinatra doing These Boots Are Made For Walking.

I would have liked to keep the open-air thing going and thought about forgiving Cheap Charlies, but I guess I’m too stupid to do so. (The last time I was there, the bartender told Swan I was “stupid” for being upset about the bar having no wine. She said it in Tagalog, but I got the message loud and clear.) So, I ended my evening out at Green Room instead.

I’d had enough fun for one night by 7:30, so I headed home. Same trike driver as the night before, but no flooding to deal with this time.

Continuing on with my journey through the LTG archives, almost all my posts in September 2011 are recycling photos from the past.

There was a post with some substance where I showed the difference between recycling requirements in Columbia, SC, versus Seoul. Here in the Philippines, we let nature do the recycling.

Facebook memories took me back to the time, thirteen years ago, when we disposed of my father’s ashes. His body was donated to a medical university, and they gave me a box of ashes when they were done with him a few months later.

From there, we drove to Memphis, Tennessee, my father’s hometown.

Today’s YouTube video tells the story of the guy who plotted to meet up with Filipinas in a town with no other foreigners to compete with. What a dweeb. The video is a little long for my liking (twenty-six minutes), but at least it doesn’t have AI narration.

And now I’ll subject you to these:

I reckon that’s just about enough for today.