Nothing to get pissed about, though. I hope to keep peeing well into the future. Speaking of health, Kevin Kim left a link in the comments to a video about measuring visceral fat. The video provided a link to a webpage with an easy at-home method to calculate the amount of visceral fat you carry in your innards. So, I did the measurements, and the results weren’t pretty.
Not good, not good at all. Somehow, I don’t think I can walk this off. I’ll think of something. Or die trying.
Meanwhile, life goes on. We did our usual Decay Dance in the morning.
At beer o’clock, we journeyed into Barretto and kicked off our evening at Sloppy Joe’s. I’ve decided the downsides of doing the gin-and-soda thing outweigh the benefits. So, my new plan is to drink beer at a slower pace. My goal last night was to limit myself to one beer every thirty minutes. I had my first beer at 4:30 and my last for the night at 7:30. By my reckoning, I had seven SMLs during that 180 minutes, or one every 25.7 minutes. I didn’t achieve my goal, but that’s still slower than normal for me. I’ll keep working at it.
Two beers at Sloppy Joe’s, then we headed to Myleen’s for dinner.
One beer to wash the tacos down, then we moved on to Wet Spot for our nightcap. Green Room is closed for renovation, so all the staff from there are doing duty in Wet Spot (same owner). Wet Spot was a lot more crowded than usual, including some of the familiar Green Room customers. We found an open table, and I treated our regular Green Room waitress and our regular Wet Spot waitress to a lady drink. Hey, I didn’t want them fighting over me! If I had stopped at three beers, I would have met my 30-minute-per-beer goal. But it was too early to go home, and Swan hadn’t finished her wine yet, so I enjoyed beer number four before calling it a night.
Swan captured the moment where I managed to play my air guitar and sing some Money for Nothing before we departed Wet Spot. The chicks weren’t free, though.
From the December 2017 LTG archives is a post in which I recall the dozen times I’d loved and lost in my life and assigned blame for those failures as appropriate. You can see for yourself that I wasn’t always at fault. One of these days, I’ll have to update the list with my relationships since moving to the Philippines.
Today’s YouTube video talks about how living in the Philippines is a different experience from short-term visits. No duh. I’ve certainly encountered some of the difficulties he mentions, but that just goes with the territory. The “sorry, out of stock” thing still irks me, especially at a big grocery store like Royal. And when the shelf goes bare, it often stays that way for months. Um, ever heard of inventory control? (Heh, I just now remembered what my father would sometimes exclaim when he became frustrated: “Damn, that just frosts my balls!”) Of course, here in the tropics, they wouldn’t know what frost is. Anyway, when you choose to live in a third-world environment, sometimes you just have to take a deep breath, relax, and accept the Filipino way.
And now to lighten things up some:
And on that note, this post has come to an end.
A joke about pregnancy is followed up with a song by… Willie. Nice.
re: visceral fat
It’ll take a complete lifestyle makeover, but you’ve already made it clear that you have no plans to change in that respect, so you’re barreling down the alley toward the brick wall at the end with the pedal to the metal and no signs of slowing. The gravestone will read, “Don’t say we didn’t warn you. Sincerely, All of Us.”
Re; out of stock items
Be prepared for it to get worse, and probably quite a bit more expensive for those imported things that make it onto the shelves. I think that the PI relies on the Middle East for more than half of its oil imports. Cost of shipping, when available is going to go super high in the near term. It will come back down to earth at some point. Just dont know when that some point is.
Brian, yes, locals are already complaining about paying more at the pump. Of course, that’s companies selling in-stock oil at inflated prices to capitalize on the situation in Iran. Hopefully, the war will be over soon.
Kevin, I didn’t make the connection between the pregnancy joke and the Willie. But I guess you can’t have one without the other.
A blaze of glory ain’t a bad way to go. For what it is worth, I’m trying to let up on the gas a little, just to slow down the inevitable. If you can’t do most of the things you enjoy in life, what’s the point of living?
If you can’t do most of the things you enjoy in life, what’s the point of living?
So it’s a balance between that and “Why be miserable?”
Kevin, yes, a question of balance is a good way to put it.