I’m not sure what the secret to a long life might be, but I reckon being lucky is part of it. Life comes in daily doses, and here’s what my medicine looked like yesterday.
A nap, a blog post, and a shower later, it was time to go and see what was happening in Barretto. We kicked things off at It Doesn’t Matter. Turns out it did. The bar has a totally different vibe now that Cliff and Ashley have departed. That’s okay, as long as there is something to fill the void. So far, that doesn’t seem to be the case. And yes, that matters. Only one of the waitresses offered a greeting when we arrived. Another, a recently returned long-term employee who was friendly in the past, didn’t say a word the whole time we were there. The waitress sitting next to Swan’s stool had long hair, and when she flipped her hair, it hit Swan in the face. Swan wasn’t pleased, but instead of apologizing, the waitress made some rude comment that Swan should sit elsewhere. And that’s what we did — paid our tab and left.
We went to Myleen’s next and grabbed a bite to eat.
We hadn’t been to the Alaska Club for quite a while, so that was our next stop. Got warm and friendly service, and owner Jerry sent me over a free beer. I did my usual tipping-the-dancers thing and bought a couple of lady drinks. It was nice to be treated right after the IDM experience.
We did our nightcap at Wet Spot next door and enjoyed our “regulars” status there with the crew. Neighbor Mike popped for a beer, and we all had a good time. Then a trike ride home brought another Thirstday to a close.
From the October 2017 LTG archives is a post about an incident I would not have otherwise remembered. It involved a bar called IDK (I Don’t Know what that stands for) because I guess It Doesn’t Matter now *ahem*. Anyway, I had already quit patronizing IDK when I caught them adding drinks to my tab that I hadn’t ordered. But when I learned they were refusing to pay a Filipina employee, I threatened to report them to the USFK Provost Marshal for human trafficking, and they relented. Ah, the good ol’ days. Some nice pictures of the Pyeongtaek area in that post as well.
Today’s YouTube video discusses the health implications of naps for us senior citizens. I had no idea there was such a thing, but luckily, my daily naps are early in the afternoon and last less than an hour. They don’t seem to affect my nighttime slumber either, so I should be good to go.
HaHa, reading that title just now, I had to say, isn’t everyone getting closer to death every day?
And on to the humor:
Okay, Ashley, aka Lick-and-Spit, is celebrating her birthday today at Red Bar. Swan and I will be attending. Should be a good time.
By the way, I won’t be playing today, hopefully, back at it on Tuesday.
Whoa. Punctuation! Possible rewrites with explanations:
1. By the way, I won’t be playing today, hopefully; back at it on Tuesday.
= I hope I won’t be playing today, but I’ll be back at it on Tuesday.
2. By the way, I won’t be playing today; hopefully, back at it on Tuesday.
= I definitely won’t be playing today, but I hope to be back at it on Tuesday.
3. By the way, I won’t be playing today. Hopefully, I’ll be back at it on Tuesday.
= same meaning as (2) above
re: “Jordi” Trek meme
I believe his name is Geordi. Geordi LaForge.
re: jeweler/jailer meme
I stole that meme for the “jewler/watchs” mistake. Interesting trivia: in French, a jeweler can be a bijoutier (“bee-zhoo-tee-yay,” from bijou, “jewel”) or a joaillier (“zhwah-ee-yay”).
Kevin, yeah, that was a bad fuck-up, even by my low standards. Your third example captures my intent and is how I would rewrite it now.
I kept thinking that the bad spelling of jewler/watchs in the meme was intentional, but I didn’t get the joke.
“instead of apologizing, the waitress made some rude comment that Swan should sit elsewhere.”
Classic. Some just don’t get the whole “we need customers in order to pay staff” thing…
Drain, yep, and they lost two loyal ones that night. I might still visit during Hash events, but no more popping in for a beer.