Damn, it took me fifteen minutes to come up with a post title for today’s entry that I hadn’t used previously. And as you can see, I had to butcher a common phrase to make that happen. Oh well, this too shall pass. Of course, part of the problem is that there is not much new happening in my so-called life to even pretend that it is unique or interesting. And when all it does is rain every f’n day, there ain’t much I can do about it. So here we are.
The weather has also taken its toll on the beaches:
Well, it is what it is, and what it is is rainy season. We go through this every year, but this year just seems more intense somehow. My daily hiking routine has been corrupted, but at least the bars are weather-resistant. I was proud of my timing yesterday evening, getting all the way to my destination, Sloppy Joe’s, during a lull in the storm. Once I was safely ensconced in the Maze of bars, I had it made. Let’s celebrate with beers!
I had a table to myself at first, but then Chris and his gal, along with a couple of others, showed up, and it was nice to have some drinking companions. Of course, what goes in must come out, and when I ventured to the CR to take care of business, I was confronted with this sad reminder:
I got a message from my pal Ron saying he was in town and wanted to meet up at Green Room. Welp, that’s now right next door to Sloppy Joe’s, and with a newly installed doorway between the bars, I didn’t even have to step outside to get there. It’s aMAZEing! My regular Green Room crew soon surrounded me, but I’m doing much better at not buying lady drinks willy-nilly. Over the course of my visit, they each got one only. Ron arrived, and I bought him a beer; we chatted, and he left when he finished his beer. I expected we’d hang out and bar hop, but he lives in Subic now and works online with stateside hours, so he needed to go.
During my visit, Anne, a waitress I first met in 2010 when she worked at Arizona and I was a tourist (I wrote about that event here), surprised me by asking me to pose for a picture.
Later, she sent the above photo to me along with this shot from July 2010:
Everybody’s so different, I haven’t changed.
My next stop was next door at Wet Spot, where I enjoyed a couple of more beers and the company of Aine. I pretty much had my fill when I left and thought I’d slip into Sit-n-Bull to bring home some of their pecan pie. But once outside, I saw the rain had subsided, and I took that as a sign to get some steps in by walking to Whiskey Girl. And that’s what I did.
My regular Kim was busy with a customer, but my other favorite, Jenn, gave me her full attention. And one of the things she said was, “You only come to see me when you are drunk.” Um, yeah. That’s kind of how it works. Also, Whiskey Girl doesn’t open until six, and that’s halfway through my night out. Another factor is that it is on the side of town I visit when I’m making my way home. Anyway, from what I recall, I had a good time. And when I left to go home, there was a trike right out front, and the driver called out, “Ready to go, sir John?” And that’s how my night ended.
And I woke up this morning to the beginning of the “ber” months.
Swan canceled coffee because she wasn’t feeling well, but I had a pretty nice morning strolling around the internet. I timed my dog walk to coincide with a break in the storm, but it didn’t last long enough to get me back home. A heavy squall soaked me and the boys and blew my umbrella right out of my hands. I had to climb through the weeds and down an embankment to recover it. Fun times.
I also finished watching “Forgetting Sarah Marshall.” Thanks for the recommendation, it was quite enjoyable. I’m not a reviewer, but it is a sweet love story with a happy ending. And damn, Rachel (Mila Kunis) is smoking hot! It’s been quite a while since I’ve made it through a movie, so finding a way to appeal to my short attention span says a lot about the story.
The powers that be trying to fire up another round of COVID panic has me wondering just how stupid “they” think we are.
Oddly enough, Facebook memories reminded me today of a quote I had posted in 2017–three years prior to the scamdemic:
“Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron’s cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.”
— C.S. Lewis
It’s scary to think the sheeple will fall for this madness yet again. Here’s hoping our betters are in for a rude awakening.
On a lighter note, there was this:
And finally, this appealed to me for some unknown reason:
I’ve got the SOB dance competition on tap tonight at the new Alaska Club. Maybe I can manage to be dry when I arrive.
Everybody’s so different, I haven’t changed.
Spot the error!
And one of the things she said was, “You only come to see me when you are drunk.”
She wants you to assess her accurately when you’re sober?
It’s scary to think the sheeple will fall for this madness yet again. Here’s hoping our betters are in for a rude awakening.
I guess we’re going to find out whether anyone learned anything. Let’s hope the PI and Korea don’t return to masking and vaxxing mandates.
Glad you enjoyed the movie. See what I mean by self-restraint?
Re: your buddy Ron – working stateside hours from the PI.
Wow! You are 12 hours ahead of EST, correct? Pretty much working night shift. Personally, that would be tough for me to do long term. But, I do know some people who have worked nights and slept days for years, so it does work for some. (pun intended)
Ron says he enjoys his work. I asked about his retirement plans and he wants to keep working. That’s a great situation when you get paid for doing a hobby or pastime.
Spot the error? One too many commas. Oops.
Yeah, you only visit when you are drunk seems like a weird complaint from a bargirl. I could see it if she worked in a department store, but it’s her job to entertain drunks at the bar.
Regarding the self-restraint, it seemed to me Peter was up for it until he couldn’t get it up. That’s when he gave up on the idea of doing Sarah. It seemed more physical than heroic. Give him a Viagra and see what happens in that situation. It also seemed a bit hypocritical for Sarah to be upset with Aldous about his promiscuous ways when she herself was a cheating bitch. It didn’t seem she ever achieved self-awareness when she lost both Peter and Aldous. Now, I need to win the heart of my Rachel, although perhaps I’m unworthy as well.
I checked your blog to see if you had reviewed the movie, but apparently not.
Error: it’s a comma splice, so you need a semicolon instead of a comma.
It’s been a while since I saw the movie. I didn’t remember the erectile dysfunction. But Rachel’s friend did affirm that Pete was a saint, right? I still interpret that as self- restraint, though, because he initially gave in to the invitation to a blowjob, and with enough mouth magic on Sarah’s part, Pete might have “come alive” eventually.
Yes, Sarah herself is a narcissistic bitch. Her character doesn’t grow or change at all throughout the movie.
Heck, even I could be the weatherman in the PI.”Folks for the next week expect rain with highs between 27 and 29 and the low for the week at 26″. Who needs meteorology classes.
The “ber” months. Missing an”e”.
Attention to detail. I noticed in 2010 you wore your watch on your left arm. 2023 it is on your right arm. Are you signaling your political preferences. I still remember your pic at the embassy in Seoul. Everyone had their right arm in the air except one guy went with the left(LOL). You weren’t drinking Bud Light back then were you?
The internet has made a lot of folks digital nomads. If you want to McCrarey, you could supplement your monthly income with a “Only Fans” page.
Peace Out!
Beer and “ber” do go together. How else could you endure a Christmas song about a sleigh ride in the snow in the Philippines during September?
Haha! I’m impressed you notice details like that. I was always a left-wristed watch wearer. When I started wearing my fitness tracker, my non-dominant hand was the only place to go. And then one day, my watch band broke; I couldn’t find a decent replacement, and then accepted that the watch was redundant–the tracker tells the time, too. Geez and you remember that photo from the embassy–how embarrassing. My story now is I was silently protesting the overreach of the deep state and signaling that it was time for Trump to step forward and MAGA!
I’d never visited OnlyFans until just now. Sign me up!