Here we go again, with another episode in the life I’m living now, starting with the Sunday Sweets Stroll:
Then, at the appointed time, we headed out for the rest of our Sunday routine.
And then it was time for Sunday dinner. The new routine is to visit a place we haven’t tried for a while.
I used to visit here more frequently, but the combination of higher prices, reduced quality, and better options keeps me away these days. My San Miguel Light was 140 pesos last night. The average price around town is less than 100 pesos.
Next stop for us was Red Bar. Cliff and Ashley have moved over from It Doesn’t Matter, and from what I’ve seen, they have brought a lot of their regular customers with them. I still enjoy IDM, and it has a kitchen, so I’ll keep both bars in my rotation.
We did our nightcap at Jumpin’ Jacks and enjoyed the vibe and music as usual. And then we called it a night and made our way home. I did make a batch of strawberry-banana smoothies for our bedtime treat. Life is good, enjoy it while you can.
Today my younger brother Gregory celebrates his 69th birthday. Keep ’em coming!
Indulge me while I indulge my fetish of mocking the loony left:
From the February 2017 LTG archives, I share my Valentine’s Day reflections. I include a post I made on a Philippine forum back in 2009, where I struggled with the decision to choose the love of a Korean woman (Jee Yeun) or the life I had dreamed of in the PI. I chose love back then, but in my 2017 post, I swore I would never love again. Well, look at me now. Hopefully, I got it right this time. There is also a YouTube video I made with photos from the years I shared with Jee Yeun. I tried to watch it this morning, but it proved to be too painful. I guess some wounds truly never do heal.
For today’s YouTube video, I’ll share something you never see on TV anymore, but I saw all the time growing up: cigarette commercials. Despite my fleeting memory, I still recall several of the jingles (Winston tastes good like a cigarette should). The stupid thing is, I never smoked as a teen (well, cigarettes, I mean) but started puffing tobacco at around 30. Twenty years later, the damage was done, and I still live with it today. I definitely will not smoke in my do-over life.
Ready for some humor?
Here’s an added bonus for my loyal readers. Since I couldn’t get any sunset shots yesterday, let me share what I saw this morning:
You are welcome. Now, it’s time to prepare for the Hash. Already have my shortcut plotted.
Yep, still dreaming of getting a “do-over life.”
You’d better go read my review of the ultimate do-over movie.
The guys who are usually roasting pigs were making pancit yesterday. That wood-fired stove they built is quite impressive.
The guy seems to be squatting on the stove itself. No heat transfer to where he is? If not, that is impressive. Or the nerves in his feet are dead like mine.
A passing dragon with a full load of beachgoers.
That dragon looks way too happy for something carrying a bunch of humans on its back. I’m guessing it hit a crack pipe before heading out into the water.
Life is good, enjoy it while you can.
Corrected:
Life is good; enjoy it while you can. (or)
Life is good. Enjoy it while you can.
Comma splice. Maybe if I attached electrodes to you, you’d remember….
re: parking-lot joke
3 mistakes in the 1st paragraph.
3 mistakes in the 2nd paragraph.
3 mistakes in the 3rd paragraph.
2 mistakes in the last paragraph.
re: horse-riding joke
She’d have had more fun riding a Sybian. She’s blonde, after all.
I hope the Hash went well.
John mate no offense mate but Arizona Floating Bar looks like a sausage fest mate ya gots ta have eye candy mate otherwise those beers just gonna taste more bitter mate ya know what I mean mate cheers mate cheers
So, when I see your trail and the start and stop are at two different places, does that usually mean a trike ride back to the start?
Did new owners take over at IDM or did Cliff and Ashley just add a second bar to their portfolio?
Re: Love and relationships
As I have said before; John, you are a person that needs to be with someone. You don’t function well living the single life. You seem to have two speeds in relationships – 0 or 100. Not much in-between. If you were living in the hinterlands of Afghanistan rather than having ended up in the PI (or Thailand or Vietnam, etc.), you would somehow find someone to fall in love with. I think that is baked into who you are. Not saying that is right or wrong, but it is who you are. LOL
Brian, yes, for the candy walks we start at my house and finish a 5K handout trek, then grab a trike back home.
I’m not familiar with the details, but Cliff was half-owner of IDM. His partner died, and the widow and Cliff didn’t see eye-to-eye on business-related issues. So, I assume she bought Cliff out. He’s not the owner of Red Bar, but under his management, the bar seems to be making good progress.
Ha! I can’t deny my history! Yes, four marriages and countless LTRs make it pretty clear that I know what I want. Now, hopefully, I can figure out how to maintain a relationship.
Aaron, they have a couple of cute waitresses on the Arizona floater. A guy came in later and bought them all a drink. So, if that’s your thing, it is available. I just enjoy rockin’ on the water and watching the sun go down while I’m sipping on that cold beer.
Kevin, read the review, and as usual, it was great. All the more so because I’ve actually seen Groundhog Day several times and mostly remember it. Yes, the realities you point out do undermine my “do-over” fantasy. I left a comment on your post trying to explain how I imagine it working, but a fantasy is just a dream scenario in the end.
I assumed the dragon was smiling, thinking about the take-out lunch it was bringing home.
Regarding the comma splice, it’s obvious even to me once you point it out. So, does that mean I’m ignorant or apathetic?
I’ll go back and check those memes to see if I can identify the errors.
Hmm, ride that Sybian, cowgirl!
Kevin, okay, here’s what I see:
First paragraph: 1. comma needed after “him” 2. capitalize “Come” 3. comma after “mana’
Second paragraph: 1. period after “butthead” 2. capitalize “he” 3. add hyphen in “worn-out”
Third paragraph: 1. remove the extra space in “jerk ” 2. period after “jerk” 3. capitalize “He”
Last paragraph: 1. “walked” misspelled 2. comma after “Just then,”
How’d I do?
If you never heal from what hurt you, you’ll bleed on the people who didn’t cut you.
Your trauma is part of your story, but it is not your final chapter.
Stop looking back of your past that hurt you, that’s not help you to move forward and you hurting your self.
You have a time and chance to back to her but you rejected. Your wife confess that she still love you, why you won’t see her and talk and have a second chance for you both.
Goodluck
Thank you for sharing your perspectives, Anonymous. The fact of the matter is that the person I was then is dead now, so there is no going back. I still mourn losing a life I loved, but there is nothing to be done about it now.