Even for a worthless Tuesday. Not that I’m complaining, it will just make the good days seem better. I’ll keep this post as short and painless as possible, fair enough?
The hardest part of my grocery shopping yesterday was getting there.
Anyway, we made it to the YBC supermarket thirty minutes later than usual, but no big deal. I couldn’t help but notice the background music in the store was Christmas carols. Oh yeah, it’s the BER months here in the Philippines.
Finished the shopping, got home, and didn’t feel like doing my usual neighborhood stroll, so I didn’t. Later in the afternoon, it being Tuesday and all, we headed to Baloy Beach so Swan could get her toes in the sand fix.
As usual, we strolled down to the far end of the beach and stopped in at Kokomo’s for some liquid refreshments at the Tiki Bar. Except they were closed. We went to the front lobby to find out what was going on, and the hotel was closed as well, without a soul in sight. Very strange. I messaged the owner to ask if everything was okay, but I haven’t yet received a response. Businesses on Baloy seem to be dying on the vine.
We decided to go ahead and have dinner at Treasure Island, and they were pretty busy for a Tuesday evening. The other guests were ordering banana splits and milkshakes, so the poor bartender barely had time to refresh my beverages.
It was too early (even for me!) to go home, so we grabbed a trike and headed to the Alaska Club. A guy at the next table remembered me from a previous meeting a couple of years ago. He told me he knows me from the blog. That’s always nice when it happens. Otherwise, the vibe at Alaska was off as well, with only two dancers, and my regular waitresses ignored me, so when I finished my beer, we left and went next door to Wet Spot (Swan brought the remainder of her wine with her). It was more pleasant there, so at least we ended our evening on a better note than it started.
Yeah, if that’s as bad as it gets, I’m a lucky bastard, I know.
It is still September 2012 in the LTG archives, and in this post, I recounted the tale of how I almost lost my son in Prescott, Arizona. Man, some memories are downright scary.
Speaking of memories, one of my early retirement projects was reading all the back issues of Life Magazine (who remembers that?). I think I made it to the early 1970s before growing weary of the journey. However, on the blog, I did link to an issue about the start of the Korean War and another about life in Korea in the 1950s.
In today’s YouTube video, Smart Girl Philippines provides some excellent dating advice. Not that I need it now.
Let’s end this on a high note:
Wow, I can still speak some of that language I learned when I moved to Arkansas.
Mabuhay, Sir John my favorite gwapo in *ALL* Pilipinas!
Do you remembering me?
It is your BEST FRIEND Koko Maksig!!
Now I am working ibakla bar in Angeles. I just serving customer. Not naughty girl think…..yet….hehe. But exciting news, I do a little surgery, and now change my name to *Coco*. I am very lucky my nickname can be both for handsome boy or lovely beauty.
Sometime I think I see you in my bakla bar in Angeles and squeal……”OMG!!!! Ser John!!! You come see me again!” But always wrong gwapo, and they think I am crazy girl hahhahhaha. But do not worry….you are much more handsome than they are!!
But you promised you will see me again, my best friend!!! Next time you can buy ME a lady drink!!!!! Eeeeee!!!!!!
Now it is Christmas, I must wish you all of the beauty that comes with the Lord’s love, and please know I will pray every day for you to be saved!! Merry Christmas and heavenly blessing my best ‘kano and gwapo and mwah mwah mwah from every in ANGELES CITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Maraming lihim na halik para sayo mahal kong lalaki…!!!!!
Coco (old Koko 🙂
Re: Coco. You certainly have a sordid history with all genders in the Philippines, John. Now I can’t say I agree with your life choices in that matter, but your money your erect penis as they say.
Gary, fake news. I don’t know any Coco/Koko and have never been in a bakla bar in Angeles City.
KoKo/Coco, Sorry, but it is not me you are looking for. I don’t know anyone named Koko or Coco and have never been in a bakla bar in Angeles City.
Whenever a bakla says, “let’s get something straight between us,” I run the other way.
(I tried to send the below response as an email, but Koko/Coco’s email address is as fake as he/she is.)
Hello, Koko/Coco or whoever the hell you are. I’m writing because I’m curious what your game is. We both know I’ve never met you. I have never lived in Angeles City and I’ve never been in a bar named Club Adonis. If you were truly a blog reader, you would know that I have a live-in girlfriend and we have been together for a long time.
I assume you are trying to make a joke with your comments, or maybe you think I’ll be embarrassed by your implying I’m gay or into baklas. If you truly knew me, you’d know neither of those things is true. I don’t judge people based on their sexuality because I think we should all live the lives we choose. I’m a straight old man.
Again, I would love to hear what you are up to and what your intentions may be.
Readers: I’m wondering if this Koko/Coco person is actually AI. What are your thoughts?
I think it’s pretty bloody obvious that second one is AI.
The first on the other hand reeks of pure nincompoops!
I’m not one for insulting people for the calibre of their English, But the first deffo wasn’t written by either a native speaker *or* AI.
I checked this Koko wally’s post history on your stats, and he’s (she’s?) been commenting here for longer than a year…..seems like you’ve made someone quite smitten, John…..Remember….what happens in Angeles, stays in Angeles, so if ya missus happens to go back to bed at the hotel early……ROTFL!
By the way……we’ve never met, but I did promise you a beer, so if I see you on Fields this weekend I will come over and say hi.
I will be watching for ur frontside, while someone else will be looking for your backside hahahahaha.
Ronskis!
UPDATE: I’ve decided that second Koko/Coco comment was more likely than not AI generated, so I’ve deleted it.
Also, I’ve edited two comments to remove personal attacks against another commenter (you both know who you are). You can say what you want about me and what I post, but leave the other commenters alone; this ain’t a pissing contest.