Drinking my blues away was the objective and as far as I can remember it was a successful endeavor. Started out in the early afternoon at Harley’s on Baloy where I participated with my Lagoon teammates in 10-3 thrashing in dart league action.

I had achieved a pretty nice buzz by the end of the dart match, but I was just getting started. I needed to get one of my darts repaired so I walked further down Baloy Beach road to the Viking resort. Cristy, one of the dart players there, has the equipment needed to fix my broken dart, so I left it with her. Viking had just finished putting a whipping on Johan’s, and a couple of the gals from Johan’s I know were still there, so naturally, I greeted them. They left before I concluded my business with Cristy.

Since I was already in the middle of Baloy I decided to continue my drinking at a nice little beach bar nearby called McCoy’s. As I walked up I was surprised to see the two gals from Johan’s there as well. Turns out one of them was having a birthday, so I bought a round of drinks in her honor. Now, the one thing I don’t like about McCoy’s is they have a karaoke machine, and it is apparently always set at full volume. Some young woman was wailing away when I arrived. Normally, I just move on to somewhere else, but since the birthday girl wanted a drink, I stuck around. She eventually decided she wanted a turn on the videoke machine, so she deposited the requisite coins and grabbed the mike. I don’t remember what she sang, but it sounded alright.

And then she insisted that I take a turn. Play the video below at your own peril. You’ve been warned!

It always sounds so much better in my head. Ah well. Even bad singing doesn’t impact the view from McCoy’s:

After a couple of beers, I decided to head on back to Barretto. As I passed by my ex’s place, I thought, fuck it, I’m going in. Dick didn’t seem happy to see me but the ex joined me at my table for a glass of wine. I’m glad we are still on friendly terms.

After a few more beers and a chicken burger the ex ordered for me, I decided to visit It Doesn’t Matter. It’s been quite a while since I’ve been in any of my old haunts, and I was given a warm welcome back by the staff. I also got to have a nice chat with my favorite there, Roan. It was after 10 p.m. now and I’d been drinking for over 8 hours. I was at my limit. I don’t even remember paying my tab, I’ll check on that tonight. Caught a trike on home and my drunken Wednesday came to a close.

Here are some photos from the Wednesday Walkers hike for those of you who enjoy the scenery.

Anyway, time for me to get on with my Thursday drinking. Gonna hit Cheap Charlies to start and get reacquainted with my favorites there. Also, a couple of new bars have opened since my barhopping days were interrupted in the pursuit of love. Now that it is just me again, I have no one else to disappoint. Life has its compensations I suppose.