Next to nothin’

At least I’m consistent.

Gonna keep it short and as sweet as it gets around here. I’m running a tad behind schedule, and I have a birthday party to attend later this afternoon. So, let’s get on with it.

It was a Tuesday yesterday, so I took care of the grocery shopping with visits to YBC and Royal. Had the driver drop me off at Dr. Jo’s on the way back for my weekly Ozempic injection. Down two pounds last week and nineteen overall. I’m getting there, slowly but surely.

I couldn’t be bothered to take my neighborhood walk. Swan went off to join some friends, so I was on my own for the afternoon. When beer o’clock arrived, I wandered into town and popped into Sloppy Joe’s. Swan and a friend joined me there an hour later.

Marilyn on the left, Grumpy in the middle, and Swan on the right.

Swan chastised my lack of smile, so I tried harder:

How’s that?

Perhaps Marilyn looks familiar to long-time readers. She’s the twin sister of my ex, Marissa. Nice to see you both again!

We shared a batch of fried chicken wings, then moved next door to the newest bar in town, The Jungle, the venue formerly known as the Green Room. The Jungle is a bar with dancers, whereas the Green Room billed itself as a sports bar. Last night, the difference hit me hard. I didn’t like the music, but I’m forgiving because the music is something for the girls to dance to, not for my enjoyment. I get that. But the vibe in the place just wasn’t the same for me. I’d rather be in Wet Spot or Alaska, which are both under the same roof. So, my future visits to The Jungle will likely be few and far between.

The company was fine, though.

When the witching hour arrived, Swan announced that she and Marilyn were going to resume the party with the girls, so I said goodnight and came home alone. And no, I don’t have any issues with Swan having a social life of her own. When I woke up at midnight, she was beside me as usual.

Commenter Daeguowl sent me this link about the founding owner of The Grand Ole Opry in Itaewon. Mama Kim opened the bar in 1975. She’s 86 now and still running the show six nights a week. Here’s a post about my first visit there in April 2005.

Moving on through the June 2020 LTG archives, I’m experiencing some Strange Days. Both with the ex I mentioned above and with my pursuit of a new relationship with Jessa. Things are heating up!

Today’s YouTube video talks about the difference between dementia and Alzheimer’s. I can’t remember why that matters to me. I do recall the story about a friend whose wife was having issues, and after months of testing, the doctor advised that he had narrowed it down to two possible problems: AIDS or Alzheimer’s. My friend was shocked and said, “Oh my god, what should I do?” The doctor replied, “Well, if I were you, I’d drive her ten miles out of town, and if she comes home, don’t fuck her!” Yeah, my jokes are as bad as my cognitive abilities.

Maybe these are better humor than mine:

Well, I’ll be damned; I never considered that shit before. Not that I give a fuck.
Hmm, let me think for a few minutes about starting from the bottom.
When I was a clerk in a convenience store way back when, I got held up by a dyslexic robber. I remember him shouting, “Okay mothersticker, get your ass in the air, or I’ll blow your hands off!”

Yeah, thousands of comedians are out of work, and I’M trying to be funny. Sorry ’bout that!

Now it’s time to shower up and get ready to party. Billy, the dart tourney coordinator at Alley Cats, is celebrating a birthday today.

I’ll be bringing my brownies.

Tell you all about it tomorrow.

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