Tuesdays around here are nothing to get excited about, and yesterday was no exception. That won’t keep me from writing about it, though. One of these days, Guinness will recognize the most boring blog in history, and Long Time Gone is bound to be in the running. Thank you, dear readers, for your support!
Let’s get on with it then. Those groceries ain’t gonna buy themselves, so the first order of business was the trip to the Royal Duty-Free Supermarket on SBMA.
Nothing exciting to report from my time in the grocery store.
On the way home, we stopped at the local print shop to get copies of my echocardiogram results made. I’ll be doing my consult with the cardiologist tomorrow.
A quiet remainder of the morning at home, a nap, a blog post, and then it was time to head into town.
My haircut was done before Swan’s feet, so we agreed to meet at Cheap Charlies. I hadn’t visited there for a couple of months because they didn’t have wine the last time I went. I’d seen the CC bartender the night before, and she assured me wine would be available this time. It was.
Swan did, in fact, enjoy the wine she was served when she arrived at Cheap Charlies. My beer was cold and wet, and none of my old regulars work there anymore, so I didn’t have any need to buy lady drinks. I’ll try to fit CC back into my bar circuit.
We had planned on visiting Green Room next, but a peek in the door revealed the place was packed with a pool tournament. So, we plopped ourselves down at Sloppy Joe’s instead. Another wine for Swan and beers for me as we watched the world go by on the street in front of us. And as shocking as it may sound, when we were ready to move on, I didn’t feel like going to another bar. Instead, we went to Sit-n-Bull and ordered some food to bring home. Our night out was over by 7:30. I warned you it was a boring Tuesday!
Here’s where the money went:
- Groceries: 13,360 pesos
- Driver: 1000 pesos
- Charity: 100 pesos
- Tips: 350 pesos
- Alcohol: 1200 pesos
- Foot Spa/Haircut: 400 pesos
- Dinner: 1070 pesos
- Trike: 100 pesos
- Total for October 8: 17,230 pesos
Facebook memories reminded me of a cake I baked six years ago:
Today’s YouTube video has the Filipina Pea interviewing a recently arrived expat who had all his plans ruined by a thieving woman he’d spent months courting in a long-distance relationship (LDR). Shit happens, as I can attest as a past victim of scammers. As I learned the hard way, the ones you’ve never met can burn you the most. Although truth be told, I got fucked over by ones I had met as well.
Today’s humor offerings:
This morning, I went on a short but grueling hike with the Wednesday Walkers group. More on that in tomorrow’s post. Next up, I hope to enjoy some of that beer my genes make me crave. And life goes on.
I enjoy these “hearing it for the first time” videos, hope you do too…
I imagine that beer being “in your genes” is your saving grace. The docs seem to detect no connection between what few health problems you have and your drinking, so as incredible as it seems to me, you appear to be all good.
An expensive October 8, but I guess that was the weekly grocery run. $1200 a month (i.e., four October 8s) still seems at least twice as expensive as it needs to be. Where can you cut costs with groceries? What are necessities and what aren’t?
Kev, the beer I drink is like making love in a canoe…they are both fucking close to water. I think if I were drinking the hard stuff and getting pass-out drunk every day, I’d be in trouble. Dr. Jo suggests less beer would help me lose my belly fat, and I can’t argue with that. But if I had to choose between the two…well, I guess I have.
The grocery bill is high, but I’m feeding myself, Swan, Swan’s sister, my helpers, and three dogs. If I cut back on some of the imported stuff I like, I could reduce the tab. In some cases, I have; I won’t pay ten bucks for a bag of shredded cheese, for example. I guess my mode for now is that I can afford to live large and will do so until I no longer can.
I guess my mode for now is that I can afford to live large and will do so until I no longer can.
If that’s the case, then there’s little point in gathering any more budget data. You’ve already established your priorities and made your command decision.
Well, the budget data will give me a better idea of where it goes and whether or not I can afford this life I’m living. I can see some tweaks may be necessary in the future so that the data gathering will be helpful information.