Day and night

Greetings from Angeles City. Yesterday turned out to be surprisingly good. I’ve never been a big fan of the nightlife scene here, especially the infamous girly bars on Walking Street. But the show they put on at XS Club last night was nothing short of awesome. The pole dancers were my favorite; I’d never seen anything quite like it. Back home, the SOB is all but dead and buried (cancelled again last night), but honestly, even in its heyday, it would be boring compared to the performances I witnessed yesterday. The rest of the day was nice as well. Let me show what I mean.

We arrived in Angeles a couple of hours before hotel check-in time, so we stopped by the mall at Clark City—one of the nicer malls I’ve seen.
What’s this, a store that caters to the sports needs of old people? Nah, turns out they had gear for a multitude of sports. Oh well.
I also found a Merrell shoe store. Lots of different styles I liked, but alas, my least favorite choices were the only ones that had my size (11) available. Oh well, I bought them anyway.
Next up was lunch at T-Backs bar and grill.
Chicken-fried steak for Swan.
And I went with the pulled pork. They were both okay.

Then it was time to check into our rooms at the Wild Orchid hotel. Back in the days when I visited AC as a tourist from Korea, I’d sometimes stay here. The best day I ever had at Wild Orchid was in 2008, and I shared that story in this post, which is chock-full of photos of the brown beauties who joined me for an impromptu pool party.

The Wild Orchid pool as it looks today.
The Wild Orchid pool in 2008.

Everything changes.

I still have a special brown beauty with me in 2025.
I got attacked outside the Wild Orchid lobby.

We popped into Lollipop Bar on Walking Street for a pre-dinner drink. It wasn’t even six yet, but there were more girls on stage than you ever see in Barretto, and they were actually moving around like you might expect dancers to do. I better understand now the criticism of the Angeles barflies who say the Subic bar scene sucks in comparison. If dancing girls are all that you fancy, Angeles is the place to be.

Jeff suggested we dine at the Swiss Chalet restaurant, a place I’d heard of but never visited, so I was game to give it a try.

That would be it.
We were joined for dinner by three other friends visiting from Barretto.
This was the first time I recall eating Swiss cuisine. I went with the Schweinsbraten.
The roast pork was outstanding.
And the mashed potatoes were the breast. I’m sure that design was an intentional tit for tat.

After dinner, we headed back to Walking Street to see the show at XS Club. I’d never been there before, and as I mentioned, I came away more than a little impressed.

There must have been five girls on stage for every customer in the bar. Not sure how that works profit-wise, but kudos for the effort!

And then the show began. Wowzah!

A fiery performance.
Acrobatic fire dancers.
I’m burning for you!
The monster mash.
You can be hot even without fire.

There was also a “tape” performance that was not allowed to be photographed. The girls were dressed in tape, which is pretty close to being topless. Alas, my photos of the pole dancers came out too dark to see, and that was my favorite act of all. Well, check out this ten-minute video with clips from the different shows that Swan put together if you want to capture those moments in motion:

After the show at XS was over, we did our nightcap at another bar called Avalon.

Not as good as what we had just seen, but still better than Barretto.
There was also a performance where the girls had their pants half off.
Oh, and it was well after nine p.m. by now. Shocking, I know. Well, old guys need to party sometimes, too, but I made it back to the hotel by ten.
The Wild Orchid at night.

This was probably the best night I’ve had in Angeles City since those long-ago days as a single tourist.

On to November 2012 in the LTG archives. Not much of interest happening, although I did win my first-ever sanctioned Korea Darts Federation tourney, so that was a night to remember.

For today’s YouTube video, I have a short clip depicting the final game in the aforementioned tournament against my Scottish friend and darts nemesis, Alistair.

On to the humor we must go:

Close but no cigar.

Speaking of which, I posted this on the blog back in November 2012:

On a bus two men with strong accents begin a conversation. The lady next to them is eavesdropping. “Emma come first, then I come. Den two esses acoma together. I come once-a-more. Two esses, they comma together again. I come again, then pee twice. Then I come one lasta time. ”You dirty bastards!” the woman exclaims. “We don’t talk about our sex lives in public in this country!” “Hey, whattsa matter with you?” the man asks. “I’m justa tellin’ my friend how to spell Mississippi.

Yeah, bad humor never gets old.

Beautifully done!
Not to be a dick about it, but…

Anyway, I’m going to move on with my Angeles City weekend now. Thanks for dropping by.

4 thoughts on “Day and night

  1. And the mashed potatoes were the breast. I’m sure that design was an intentional tit for tat.

    I would’ve gone for the Spätzle (that’s the German spelling; the menu spells it “Spätzli,” Swiss-style). I’ve made my own many times. Early attempt here.

    Have a good rest-of-the-weekend.

  2. Yes Spätzli is the way to go but I would check if they make it themselves first. You want it fresh and fluffy!

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