No money, no honey. Or say they say. Well, I’ve got the money if you’ve got the time.
Anyway, this post ain’t about that. I do want to give a shoutout to the folks who provided some feedback on my lifestyle in response to yesterday’s post. Good food for thought.
I did the Friday night SOB ritual last night, and it was packed. Voodoo is the smallest of the participating bars, and you could feel the crunch, at least where I was sitting. A very nice show, especially from the home team, who put on a special Christmas-themed dance routine.
No pictures have been posted yet by the sponsor, but Wet Spot took first, Voodoo second, and Whiskey Girl third. I voted for Voodoo as number one, but some of my fellow judges got it wrong.
After the SOB, I made my way to the opening run of the new dance club in town. A few kinks to be worked out, but I think it went better than I expected. I was already about as drunk as I needed to be when I arrived, so I didn’t stay that long. I had a couple of beers and bought a bucket of beer for some of my lady Hash friends, who seemed to be enjoying themselves.
That’s when I knew it was time for me to get my sorry ass back home.
The day started with the Friday hiking group excursion. Only five of us, and I kept it pretty simple with a 5K jaunt through the hills near Alta Vista. I think a couple of the participants wanted something more challenging, but I did it my way. I discovered that part of my path was the same as a portion of Guenter’s Monday Hash trail that I had avoided by shortcutting. I always enjoy seeing what I missed.
That’s how my Friday went down.
I got a rare invite to join the guys (Scott, Troy, and Jim), who are all celebrating birthdays this week, on a bar crawl this afternoon in recognition of having lived another year. How could I say no to that? They had me at “beers.” Full report tomorrow!
Well, a big Happy Birthday to Scott, Troy, and Jim!
How’s John doing, by the way? He’s always in the back of my mind.
The news regarding John is not good. I talked to someone last night who saw him recently, and his condition appears to be deteriorating. He can barely get out of his recliner and just sits there all day. He showed some early progress from his meds regimen, but that doesn’t seem to be working now.
He needs to be hospitalized pronto.
How do you deal with all that constant neon pink and red lighting everywhere? It’s like a Barbie doll torture center.
I’m going to try and stop by this evening and check in with him. The guy I talked to last night said he may be having some financial issues. I don’t know anything about his personal life or circumstances.
Dan, the places I generally hang out aren’t lighted like that stage was. Indeed, I’m normally sitting outside watching the world pass me by.
Bummer about John. Hopefully, he is able to get the medical help he needs. What is happening to his restaurant in the interim?
BTW, always enjoy the pics of the beauty that surrounds you. (You can take that however you like. LOL)
Brian, I ate at John’s place yesterday and saw John sleeping in his recliner. He didn’t look good. He woke up as I was leaving, and I asked him how it was going. He said he had changed doctors, was on new meds and making progress. I hope so.
The restaurant is still open, and I guess the cooks are the same. The unseen impact of John’s illness is probably in the ingredients. John would make late-night trips to distant fish markets and would travel to Manila for good imported meats–not sure who, if anyone, is doing that now.