Keeping it simple and more of the same ain’t so bad if the same is what you enjoy. And so on it goes.

On Thursdays, Swan and I walk by ourselves. I asked her where she wanted to go, and I was a little surprised when she said, “Let’s do your Bitch trail.” Sure, why not?

Seeing this journey on the map makes me smile because it has a dick-like appearance. But it really isn’t that hard.

I mentioned earlier about the sameness of most of my days, but I do look for ways to tweak things a tad now and then. Last evening, I surprised Swan by starting things off with a drink on the rooftop of the seldom-visited Central Park Reef Hotel.

We only come to Central Park Reef three or four times a year, so it has a fresh and new feel about it when we visit. It’s a high-end hotel and priced accordingly. No San Mig Zero, and my Light was 140 pesos (versus an average of 80 at the other bars I frequent). We didn’t stay for dinner as we weren’t that hungry, and nothing on the menu called for us to reconsider.

We didn’t have a plan as to where to go next. Cheap Charlies is practically next door, and I asked Swan if she wanted to give them another chance. She hesitated at first, but then agreed to do so. The offending bartender wasn’t working, and they had wine in stock, so it worked out fine. As we sat on our perch, taking in the highway view, Swan commented that she enjoyed the laid-back atmosphere and music mix and admitted she had missed coming here.

Lady drinks at Cheap Charlies are 250 pesos each. The max I’ll pay anywhere is 200 pesos. It’s not that I’m a cheap Charlie, I often will buy two drinks at the lower price, but more than 200 pesos feels like a scam. When we ordered chicken wings to snack on, I bought the girls some chicken fingers (240 pesos) to share. So, win-win.

We did our nightcap at Wet Spot. It’s always quiet there when we arrive shortly after opening, and I had our waitress acknowledge that we were the best customers. Also, coincidentally, the only customers. Others did arrive during our visit, but I failed to re-ask the who’s best question.

I deem it was not bad for a Thursday.

I’m now in the August 2014 archives of LTG, and I’ve revisited the rare post with substance where I talk about religion. One thing that struck me was how little things have changed in the intervening eleven years. People are, of course, free to believe what they choose, unless they choose to believe that killing folks who believe otherwise is justified.

Today’s YouTube video is from a vlogger I’ve never seen before. The video caught my eye because it purports to be about living off-grid in the Philippines. I’ve fantasized about what life must be like for those people living out in the wilds I hike through with no roads, power, or running water. I wouldn’t last twenty-four hours in that lifestyle. Of course, what this guy calls roughing it is, in reality, a life of luxury compared to his neighbors’. Off-grid, my ass.

I liked them, maybe you will too:

Time to find out what’s going to happen next. I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow.