Pooling my resources again

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Assholes abound, it seems. I’ve been deleting shit comments from one guy lately. It amazes me that these trolls have nothing better to do with their time. I guess I should feel sorry for them. It must be hard to go through life as a pathetic loser.

Meanwhile, in my generally wonderful life, I’m still rolling along. Tuesdays are my mostly-nothing days—grocery shopping instead of a hike—but I guess we all deserve a break. It seems I’ve hit a wall in my weight-loss efforts, and after consulting Dr. Jo, we decided to increase the dose of my Mounjaro injection. The monthly cost at that dosage is 16,800 pesos ($265), so here’s hoping it works.

At beer o’clock, Swan and I headed over to the Outback Billabong Bar. I was feeling hungry (go figure), so I ordered some fish and chips.

Tasty enough, but I only ate half. Swan enjoyed my leftvoers.

Then it was time to get down to business with some pool practice. I played two different waitresses and lost to them both. Then I told Swan it was her turn.

It was a close game, but she sank that 8-ball for the victory.

Next up was our regular waitress, Abby.

That would be her.
My game is just a little bit off for some reason. I see the shots and know what to do, but my execution is flawed. Well, maybe practice will help.
And when Abby was done kicking my ass, she did the same to Swan.

Well, it was time to move on after the shellacking, and we headed across the highway to Gold Bar.

We had Gold Bar to ourselves. A little while later, a plus-sized dancer took to the stage. She was wearing a T-back, and it wasn’t a pleasant sight. Swan jumped at my offer to play some more pool.
I finally won a game in our first round.
And managed to take the second game as well.

Swan told me she really enjoyed our evening of pool play. Next up was our nightcap at Queen Victoria Bar.

We were done, but enjoyed watching some more skilled players play a few games.
There wasn’t much dancing taking place on the stage, but at least the gals were mostly attrative.
And there was a good crowd at Queen Victoria for a Tuesday evening. I’d say it is one of the more successful bars in town.

We had our fill and headed for home around 8 p.m. Not a bad day for a Tuesday.

Hops and Brews posted a thank you to the Subic Bay Hash on Facebook:

We enjoyed our visit. See you next time you come up in the On-Home rotation.

Facebook memories reminded me of what autumn looks like:

As seen on the streets of Pyeongtaek, Korea nine years ago.
It was a colorful time in my life.

From the July 2023 LTG archives, I said goodbye to Mary—the 18-year-old I briefly dated—as she moved to Manila for a factory job. When one door closes, another opens, and Swan and I took our first tentative steps out of the friend zone.

Today’s YouTube video is one only us old fuckers would likely find interesting. But I’m happy to report that, other than some messed-up sleep patterns, none of the other indicators of looming death are currently present in my life. Actually, health-wise, I’m doing better now than I was in my 60s. We’ll see how long that lasts.

And before I go, there’s these:

What goes around, comes around.
Well, my pension is as sound as the American government. Oh, shit!
Yeah, I can’t believe he is wearing jeans!

Alright, I’ve got that 9-ball tournament at Alaska Club to get ready for. If yesterday’s practice is any indication, I won’t last long. I’ll enjoy the cold beers regardless.

On we go with the hits from 1984. What are the odds that this song would end up reflecting the story of my multiple failures at love? Hearing it again now was almost painful.

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