The story of my Saturday in Angeles City is not as exciting as the one I had on Friday, but that’s okay; it’s still nice to enjoy a change of scenery.

Swan and I walked to Kokomo’s for breakfast. I had a bit of a dilemma trying to decide what to eat between the breakfast muffin with sausage and egg and the French toast. Fuck it, I’ll have the muffin with a side of French goodness.

I was a little surprised to see this posted in the Kokomo’s restroom:

Back to the hotel for some poolside mingling with Jeff and Davina. Then, when lunchtime rolled around, we walked the block from our hotel to one of my favorite AC eateries, Tequila Reef.

Once again, I was faced with a difficult choice–the Philly cheesesteak or the chicken enchilada? I figured the safest bet was to have both.

Then it was back to the hotel for more time at the pool. I didn’t swim, but enjoyed sitting at the poolside bar for an after-lunch San Mig Zero.

I got a big laugh when the bartender asked if Jeff was my son. What the hell? Are you calling me old or ugly? I didn’t ask because I was afraid she might say, “Both.”

Back to the room for an afternoon nap, then we reconvened for our Saturday evening on the town. We decided to visit the Perimeter Road bars, which are known for being more laid-back than Walking Street. And as regular readers know, that’s more my style.

Garfield’s is a “regular” bar, meaning no dancers, but plenty of helpful waitresses to attend to your needs. Lots of old expats were in attendance last night. Yeah, I’m one of them, I know.

Our next stop was one of the newer bars on Perimeter, called Bad Decisions. They had a stage full of attractive dancers there, along with a pool table. We couldn’t find a seat at first, but a guy sitting alone at a table invited us to join him, and so we did. It turns out that he lives part-time on Baloy Beach, alternating between there, AC, and his home in the USA. Nice to meet ya!

After dinner, we journeyed up the road to Black Satin, another bar with dancers, pool, and not many available seats. We wound up sitting stage-side, not my favorite place to be, but at least the dancers there were easy on the eyes.

It being after 8 p.m. and me having had my fill for the day, I said goodnight, and Swan and I took a trike back to the hotel. The rest of the guys hit a couple more bars before the Saturday night escapade came to an end.

Today, I have a memory from fifty years ago that changed my life.

I told the story of how she came to be and all that occurred afterwards in this post entitled, “Meet the Parents.”

Moving on to December 2012 in the LTG archives is this remembrance of the time I visited Amsterdam. Talk about the pot calling the kettle black!

Time to check in with the Filipina Pea as she opens the mailbag to address her viewers’ relationship questions. I was bad, but never as bad as in these examples.

Maybe these will put a smile on your face:

Back home now in Barretto, safe and sound. Gonna let the Hideaway girls feed themselves today (with my funding, of course) so I can take a nap. I still have my standing dinner date with Swan at John’s place to attend to later on.