As I was thinking about a title for today’s post, a thought occurred to me. If you married someone named Nes, would your anniversary be Wed Nes Day? Yeah, that’s how my mind works these days. But, at least it is still working, such as it is.

I always appreciate comments here; your feedback means a lot to me. I was gratified to learn that Terry stops by LTG every morning and enjoys the photos I post. After nearly eight years, there’s not much new for me to see around here, but knowing my reader(s) like to partake in the views provides ample motivation to look for things that might be of interest. And here’s a shitload of stuff from yesterday I found worthy of a picture:

(I lifted some photos from the hike from Scott’s FB page. Credit where it is due, his are marked with an (SP) in the caption.)

So, that was the morning portion of the day. At beer o’clock, I headed back out. Wednesday is the Baloy Beach routine. Swan had an errand to attend to, so she joined me a bit later on the floating bar.

The music was crap when I arrived, but I held my tongue because the other passengers outnumbered me and didn’t seem bothered. When they left, I politely asked the cashier if I could hear something I liked, and she immediately switched the playlist to classic rock. Thanks for that!

Back ashore, we popped into Treasure Island. Neither of us was hungry (I can thank Ozempic for that, not sure what Swan’s excuse might be). We did share a chicken quesadilla, but had two slices leftover that we gave to the bartender. I may not be eating healthy, but I’m eating less!

When we were ready to head home, we couldn’t find a trike, so we walked most of the way back to the highway before catching a ride. Hey, extra steps never hurt anybody, right?

From Facebook memories:

I’ll be going to Cheap Charlies this evening for old times’ sake.

And now it is November 2018 in the LTG archives. I’m still enjoying family time back home in Columbia, South Carolina, like this Halloween celebration. Those days are gone, but not forgotten, even if I have been.

Today’s YouTube video turned out to be surprisingly interesting to me. What was driving like in the USA back in the 1930s? Well, thanks to some old photographs and AI enhancements, we can now see for ourselves.

My humor never gets old, right? Right?

And that’s all for this time. Thanks for reading! Y’all are my last connection to the outside world.

I know I’ve posted this song before, and I just came across it again in the archives. It’s even older than me, but it tickles my fancy anyway.

There’s never much of interest to write about in my routine life, but Tuesdays are the emptiest day of my week. I mean, where’s the excitement in grocery shopping, right? On a positive note, at least this post will be a short one. Promise!

So, the aforementioned shopping at the YBC and Royal supermarkets went without incident. But I was in for a big surprise when I got back home. Before heading out at beer o’clock, I prepare my bedtime snack so I don’t have to mess with doing so under the influence of alcohol. And my preferred dessert to overcome my ice cream addiction is a nice bowl of sugar-free pudding. Like most imported foods these days, it ain’t cheap — $2.20 per box at Royal. Yesterday, I purchased four. So, I reached into the cabinet and grabbed a box. Opened the box, only to discover the brown paper bag inside was unopened, but empty. I have no idea how that could happen, but I assume there was a fuck-up in the manufacturing process. So, I reached back into the cabinet for another box, and WTF, it was empty too.

At least the other two boxes had their content, so I got my pudding fix. I’ll take the empties back to Royal next week and see if they want to make things right.

I also paid a visit to Dr. Jo’s office for my weekly Ozempic injection. I’ve now begun my second month, and so the dosage has gone from low to moderate. The cost has gone up as well — 6,800 pesos for the next four injections. It will be interesting to see what side effects I may experience with the higher dose and whether my weight loss accelerates. I only dropped 1.1 pounds last week, but I guess that’s progress. After one month on Ozempic, my total loss was 7.3 pounds. The biggest difference I’ve noticed (besides going without ice cream and candy) is not craving between-meal snacks, and I’m frequently leaving leftovers on my dinner plate. We’ll see what happens this month with twice the amount of the drug in my system.

My other Tuesday routine is playing in the Alley Hideout dart tournament. Since I can’t be fucked with practicing during the week, my performance is not getting any better. Last night, my partner shot every bit as badly as I did, and we were two games and out without winning a single leg.

Still, being in the dart bar once a week is something different, so unless I get tired of being ashamed of myself, I’ll show up and let the arrows fly. Such as they are.

We did a brief nightcap at Gold Bar after darts, then called it a night. I had a bowl of sugar-free pudding waiting for me in the fridge.

Via Facebook memories, an interesting coincidence from four years ago:

Wrapping up October 2018 in the LTG archives. I’m back in the USA after a 30-hour trip. At least I flew business class. Being back “home” was like traveling back in time. But some of the memories from the most recent iteration of my life in South Carolina were overwhelming. I’m not saying that life in the USA is bad, but I came to realize it was not the life for me, despite all the fun I had with my kids and grandkids. I haven’t been back since that trip.

For today’s YouTube video, let’s take a pictorial journey back to the glory days of the 1970s. What a life we lived!

Humor time:

Yeah, I’d better give it a rest. Time to get on with living my day so I can write about tomorrow!

Things have taken a turn for the better, so there’s that. And really, I’ve gained some insights that will provide comfort going forward. Promises are made to be broken, and words don’t always mean what they say. But I don’t want someone with me because of a promise. True love sometimes requires sacrifice, and if someone is not happy with me, I’d let them go, no matter the pain it brings. As I contemplated a life without her, I knew I’d be okay as long as she was happy. And after our talk this morning, she assures me that she will be happy staying by my side. So, onward we go to the next hurdle.

As for yesterday, there was the Sunday Sweets Stroll.

My Sunday evening plans were unsettled, but I decided to kick things off at Harley’s on Baloy.

It was time to move on, so I made SnackBar my next stop.

I was thinking I’d make Queen Victoria my next stop, but it was only after I’d crossed the highway that I remembered Queen Vic is closed on Sunday. Oh well, I dodged traffic again and paid a rare visit to the Outback Billabong Bar.

I figured as long as I was on a roll with seldom-visited bars, I might as well see what was going on at Lux.

I still had thirty minutes to kill before it was time to head home, so I crossed the highway once more and popped into Gold Bar for the final beer.

Having drunk my fill, I grabbed a trike and headed home. Those smoothies weren’t going to make themselves. And so ended another day in paradise.

Continuing with the October 2018 LTG archives, I reflect on the routines I’d established after being retired in the Philippines for five months. I called the post “Comfortably Numb,” and by golly, I’m still following the same regimen: walkaholic by day, alcoholic at night.

Today’s YouTube video discusses some of the realities of retired life in the PI. I spend a lot more than the average bear, I guess, but I like livin’ large.

Humor me:

And now it’s time to get ready for another Hash Monday. Yes, us cripples have already identified our shortcut trail. That’s just the way we roll.

And here I am, still trying to figure out what happens next and where I go from there. I guess time is on my side, so for now, I’m sticking with Option #1: riding it out. Things may not be ideal at the moment, but given my history, there’s no need to rush and make things worse. I have begun considering other options if circumstances warrant. I’m sorry, but I’m not able to be more specific than that for the time being.

My melancholy day included a Decay Dance.

A solo Saturday evening in Barretto.

And then I grabbed a trike and took my sorry ass home. I’m pathetic, I know. Hey, it’s who I am, you’d think I’d be used to it by now.

On to the October 2018 LTG archives. I was spending a lot of time at Treasure Island back in my early days in the Philippines. I’d become quite friendly with the staff, and when Jessa turned 30, I took them all out for a movie and birthday dinner. And yes, I got my chance with Jessa about a year later, but of course, I fucked it up. Jessa and I are still friends on Facebook, and she seems to be doing well, having found a new love and life in Subic. Kat found work on a cruise ship, met an Aussie bloke, got married, and now lives in the land down under. RuRu is an OFW working in Qatar.

Today’s YouTube video resonates. Most expats didn’t run away; they chased a dream. Of course, some dreams don’t come true, but at least we tried and made the best of it. My favorite quote from a John Greenleaf Whittier poem sums it up: “God pity us both, and pity us all, who vainly the dreams of youth recall. For of all the sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these: it might have been.” Damn, how did I remember that line?

Time out for humor:

And life goes on. I’m going to make the best of it.

On and on it goes. We’ll see what happens when I get there, wherever that may be. In the meantime, you gotta fill them hours. This is how my Friday went down:

We climbed up to the ridge that runs through Barretto. It starts with some steps, and as I neared the top of the first section, I got attacked by a dog in a way I never saw coming. The dog was at the top, and I was maybe five steps below him when he leaped out and hit me square in the chest. He bounced off and then continued down to the street. No bites, thankfully. It’s also good that I maintained my balance; had I fallen backward, I would have been in a world of hurt.

I started my three-hour beer drinking window at It Doesn’t Matter. The place is nothing like it used to be when Cliff and Ashley were in charge. I know there were some customers inside for the pool tournament, but I was alone in the outdoor section.

It was a rather disappointing vibe, but I sipped down three beers between 4:30 and 6 pm, then headed over to Sloppy Joe’s. Sloppy’s was busy, but I got my street-view, countertop seat, settled in, and ordered a pulled pork sandwich for dinner. I mostly just ate the meat.

I did my nightcap at Wet Spot, and it was hoppin’ too. Of course, I took care of my regulars with lady drinks, whilst dispersing cookies and lollipops to the rest of the crew. It was the first time all evening that I had someone to talk to. And then my time allotment for drinking expired, so I paid my tab and headed home.

Was it all as depressing as it sounds? Yeah, maybe.

On to October 2018 in the LTG archives. In this post, I talk about my life after four months in the Philippines. The purpose of my diving into the archives is to identify posts that might be included when I write The Story of My Life. Who knows, maybe someone will be interested.

As much as I bitch and moan, I recognize that I’m living a blessed life. In today’s YouTube video, The Filipina Pea shares the story of what life is like for one poverty-stricken father.

Smile while you can:

Sorry for the lack of excitement around here. Then again, it is best to avoid the painful kind.

Today’s post title is the answer to the question: What do you say when you ain’t got nothin’ to say? I’ll keep it as painless as possible. Anyway, I’m still not sure what the fuck is going on with my life, but I’m preparing for any contingency. Sorry to keep y’all in suspense, but I need more time to figure this out.

In the meantime, there’s yesterday to tell you about, such as it was.

And that’s the only photo I took during my 6K Naugsol loop hike. I guess I just wasn’t in the mood.

I was on my own in town yesterday, and started things off at the familiar Cheap Charlies. I took my usual seat facing the highway, and lo and behold, Hot Zone owner Jay came outdoors with his pet.

So, I ordered a snack for myself and some food for the girls from Foodies downstairs. Maintained my one-beer-per-30-minute pace and chilled. After seeing Jay and his snake, I realized it had been a year or more since my last visit to Hot Zone. One of the reasons for my absence is the relatively late opening of 7 pm. Nothing was stopping me last night, though. Since I still had fifteen minutes before Hot Zone opened, I went to the bar next door, Bob’s, for a beer.

Yikes! The doorgirl recognized me from when she worked at Blue Butterfly and invited me inside. I was the only customer in a relatively small bar. There were four unattractive gals on stage and a drunk or crazy waitress who accosted me as soon as I sat down. That ain’t my style, and I felt very uncomfortable in her grabby presence. I downed my beer and got the hell out of there in record time.

Hot Zone was quiet with only one other customer when I arrived. But oh, what a difference you see in a well-run bar. The dancers were all in uniform, slender and attractive. The waitstaff was numerous and attentive, but didn’t hover around your table like hungry mosquitoes. The mamasan I remembered from previous visits was still there, and she came to my table for a nice chat. I was dismayed to learn that Hot Zone no longer offers single-lady drinks; you have to buy a bottled drink for 300 pesos. Sorry, I have my limits (200 pesos). I did share some cookies and lollipops with the staff, which seemed to be appreciated. Owner Jay, the former Grandmaster of the Subic Hash, came out to greet me and bought me a beer. It was nice catching up with him again. Girly bars are really not my thing, but I can attest that Hot Zone is by far the best I’ve seen in Barretto.

And then my time was up, so I grabbed a trike for home.

From the September 2018 LTG archives, I entertain my first visitor since the move to the PI, my nephew Justin. In this post, I share the experience of his first night on the town in Barretto.

Checking in with Reekay for today’s YouTube video. He discusses the pros and cons of relationships post-retirement. As usual, he makes some valid points. To my thinking, it all comes down to the individual and his tolerance for drama. I’m not sure there is any such thing as a peaceful relationship, but then, what do I know? I’m the stereotypical bad example.

My humor is a little off as well.

And that’s all I’ve got for today.

Sometimes life can be a real kick in the balls. I’ll wait for the pain to reside before deciding what to do next. In the meantime, here’s a quick rundown of the good parts of the day.

Later in the day, I took Swan to Baloy Beach.

Back on the beach at Treasure Island for dinner.

After dinner, things took a turn for the worse. I’m still waiting to see what happens next.

Back to September 2018 LTG archives, where I share what a fool believes. Some nice insights, but the self-actualization didn’t stop future fuck-ups.

Today’s YouTube shares the pros and cons of city versus province living. I’m pretty much somewhere in the middle, and that works for me.

Once again:

But life goes on until it doesn’t, so nothing to be done but make the best of it while you can.

Yesterday’s excursion to San Antonio for the annual FRA beauty pageant went okay. Swan’s friend Mercy drove us safely there and back again, so that’s always a plus. The pageant stayed on schedule, which wasn’t the case last year. I didn’t win any of the raffles, but then, I never expected to. Despite arriving almost two hours early, all the best seats with an unobstructed view of the stage were already taken. So, my photos are not the best, but they will at least give you a flavor of the event. Here, see for yourself:

There were eight contestants. Here they are displaying their swimwear:

There were three categories: casual wear, talent, and swimwear. The “talent” for seven of the contestants was dancing, and the other one sang karaoke-style. And now for the results:

We arrived in San Antonio a little after 12, and headed home around 4:30. That’s a longer beer window than normal for me, plus I’d missed my afternoon nap. So, I had no desire to leave again after we got back home. I did grab a beer and headed up to The Rite Spot On the Roof to watch this:

So, despite being a notorious early bird, I judged it to be even too early for a lightweight like me to go to bed. So, I plopped my sorry ass down on the couch in front of the TV for the first time in I don’t know how long. I scrolled through some of the Netflix offerings and decided that “Yellowstone” looked interesting enough to give it a watch. I wasn’t even halfway through the first episode before the WOKE bullshit about the poor mistreated Native Americans was thrown in my face (we stole their land, don’t you know?). I said, “Fuck this,” and turned off the television.

In the LTG August 2018 archives, it is my 63rd birthday. I celebrate it with a post about all the places I’ve lived during this version of my lifetime. It’s been a good ride so far.

Back when I lived in Korea, I would occasionally encounter a bar with signage indicating that only Koreans were allowed to enter. I’d just shrug and walk away because who wants to go where they are not wanted. In Angeles City, Koreans have taken over many of the girly bars, and guess what, they don’t want Filipinos inside. Well, someone complained to a famous Filipino investigative journalist, Raffy Tulfo, and as today’s YouTube video demonstrates, all hell has broken loose.

I’ve heard some of the AC Korean bars don’t want white guys either. But once the government came knocking, it was just a misunderstanding.

Here are some more smiles for you:

And here we go with another Hash Monday. The Hare is on my notorious list, so I’ve got some alternative trails in mind. I will walk to the start and decide what to do from there. Tell you all about it tomorrow.

Okie dokie, I’m heading out to San Antonio (an hour or so away) to attend the FRALICS beauty pageant this afternoon at the Fleet Reserve Association (FRA).

And a scene of lovely young ladies competing is especially nice. They say beauty is in the eye of the beerholder, and I’ll be enjoying those as well.

So, before I go, let me do a quick review of yesterday. Starting with the weekly Decay Dance.

Then it was time for our evening fun. Didn’t really have a plan, but we wound up going to some places we don’t normally visit.

Then we hit up Nipsey’s Bar for the first time in a long time.

Then we strolled down the highway and popped into Queen Victoria Bar to finish our evening.

And then we hopped in a trike and rode on home. Around midnight, I woke up in a pool of sweat. Seems there was a brownout (power outage) and the fans had shut down. That lasted for an uncomfortable two hours and impacted my ability to sleep. And now as I write this post, the power is out once again. Looks like I picked a good day to get out of town.

From Facebook memories, eight years ago I had my last Korean haircut.

From the August 2018 LTG archives, the on-again, off-again romance with Marissa drama continues. I should have known better than to keep coming back for more. Hell, I DID know better, but sometimes it’s easier to be stupid, I guess.

For today’s YouTube video, let’s time-travel back to the Philippines in the post-war 1940s. Yeah, to hell with the “do-over life,” I’ll settle for a time machine.

One last thing before I go:

Okay, perhaps tomorrow I’ll have something a tad more interesting to post. At least the pictures should be more reflective of the inherent beauty to be seen in the Philippines.

So, Matain (Maw-tah-in) is a barangay when you cross the river on the way out of Barretto. You can’t get to the Subic side of things without passing through, and that’s what we did for our Friday group hike. And when I say “we,” I mean Swan and me, who were once again the only participants.

And since it was a day ending in a “y,” at beer o’clock we headed into Barretto.

First stop, the salon where I get my haircut.

Since we were in the neighborhood, we crossed the highway and enjoyed our first beverages of the evening at Red Bar.

Then we moved on to Cheap Charlies.

We did our nightcap at Wet Spot and had our usual good time, especially as measured by the number of lady drinks we purchased. Then, as bedtime approached, we headed on home where I prepared a batch of smoothies before calling it a night.

Is that last sentence correct? It seems I have compound predicate issues.

In other news, it seems I may been in line for a blowjob:

And Swan has finally lost her virginity:

Continuing with the August 2018 LTG archives, it’s three months into my life in the Philippines, and I have no friends. Eight years on, I still don’t have many. That’s okay, I have my Hash buddies, my hiking pals, and my drinking companion. If people don’t like me, it’s their loss. In this post, I talk about a couple of interesting folks I met at Wet Spot, including Dave Fischer. I still feel his presence every time I’m there.

In today’s YouTube video, the Filipina Pea reports on the impact of rising prices throughout the Philippines. As usual, it is the people who can afford it the least (trike drivers, sari-sari store owners, etc.) who are hurting the most. I fear things are going to get worse before they get better. I live in excess, so I’ll be fine. It’s hard to watch the suffering of the poor folks around me, though.

There’s a theme in today’s humor, see if you can tell what it is:

Yeah, I did that last one on purpose. Although I’ve always fancied myself a writer of sorts (high school journalism, creative writing, legal briefs, blogging), I’ve never mastered the intricacies of proper grammar and punctuation. It always sounds right in my head, but even when I’ve been shown the rules, I tend to ignore or misapply them. I’ll keep on trying to do better anyway.

…but still I didn’t feel so great.

Even a shit day is better than nothing. That said, I don’t want to waste the days I do have left. I was on my own yesterday and feeling out of sorts. I carried on as best I could, but I wasn’t a happy camper.

For my morning walk, I did a boring stroll through the neighborhood. Then I wrote a shit blog post (aren’t they all?) and took a nap. As beer o’clock approached, I showered up and headed into town. I was going to get a haircut, but couldn’t be bothered, so I kicked things off at Sloppy Joe’s.

I had a second Sloppy beer, then paid my tab and headed up the highway to Red Bar. When I arrived, the music was blaring so loud that I turned around to leave. Bartender Rolen asked what was wrong, and I pointed at the speaker. He nodded and said he’d turn it down, so I ordered beer #3. My next aggravation was two loud drunks sitting at the table across from me. It was painful to watch their obnoxious behavior, but thankfully, they left shortly thereafter, so I had another beer.

It being a two-and-done kind of evening, I paid my Red Bar tab and hit the road again.

I only visit Alaska once or twice a month, but it is a sentimental favorite. Owner Jerry shouted out a greeting when I arrived, and I plopped myself down at one of the empty tables and ordered beer #5. When the Sit-n-Bull waitress came by, I ordered me some chicken fingers and some lumpia for the gals. I only ate four of the fingers and gave the rest to the dancers. Then I had another beer before departing for home.

I had a bowl of sugar-free pudding, but wasn’t sleepy yet, so I grabbed a beer from the fridge and headed upstairs to The Rite Spot. I did find some comfort in the rocking chair and the city lights below me. So, I went back to the kitchen for night’s brew #8, then up to the roof again.

I went to bed but didn’t sleep well. In fact, I had my worst sleep score since I began tracking via my Fitbit.

And now I have shared my pain and sorrow with you. Please forgive me!

Onward in the August 2018 LTG archives, and here I am sharing my lived wisdom with a broken-hearted friend. Of course, I talk a better game than I live, and the lessons learned didn’t prevent the heartbreaks yet to come.

Today’s YouTube video talks about the vlogger’s provincial life. The beach town of Mulanay looks nice enough, and one of the things that he likes best is that there is only one other foreigner living there. Hmm, I get that living in an expat town like Barretto isn’t the “real” Philippine lifestyle. Still, I enjoy the company and camaraderie that come with the shared experience of growing old here amongst the familiar faces.

Forgive me once again:

So far, today is going somewhat better than yesterday, so there’s that. We’ll see what comes next.

Not having the best of days today, so let’s get on with this post about yesterday. No other Wednesday Walkers except for Swan and me, so we decided to pay a visit to the lola (grandmother) we help out once in a while. We took the riverwalk from WalterMart option to get there. (Ha-ha, my spellchecker says it should be Walmart. Nope.)

Swan declined to join me for the weekly Baloy Beach excursion, so I went alone.

I had one beer on the Kokomo’s floating bar, then left because of the crap music. I noticed they changed it as soon as I got on the departure raft. Hmm.

So, I dropped into the seldom-visited Kim’s Place on the beach.

Then I walked further down the beach and had a beer at Tropical Garden.

Walked back to Treasure Island for some grub.

After my meal, I walked to the highway and had my nightcap at Snackbar. Then I triked home and went to bed.

Onward to the August 2018 LTG archives, and in a post on my three-month anniversary of living in the Philippines, I list the top ten ways I’m likely to die here. Almost eight years later, I’m still kickin’, so there’s that. Oh, and I predicted that I was heading for a train wreck with Marissa. But of course, I didn’t get off the train.

Today’s YouTube video discusses how different life in the States feels after living in Asia. I haven’t been back for seven years now, but sometimes in the sports bars I see American television commercials, and it seems like another world. I’m pretty sure I won’t ever be going back “home.”

Funny or not, here they come:

Okay, enough of this. Until next time.

Sometimes, you have to give yourself credit. It took me two days, but I managed to jump through the hoops required to get my credit card reactivated. There was a suspicious purchase on the card, and when I reported it as unauthorized, the credit union blocked my card. I went online with them to try and resolve the situation, but was advised to call a number in the USA. I tried to call on Monday, but the automated system said the wait time to speak with an agent was over 1 hour. Um, no thanks. Granted, it was Easter Sunday there, so I kinda sorta understood. I called yesterday morning again, and this time the wait was “only” 10 minutes. When the agent came on the phone, she asked the usual questions to verify who I was, had me jump through a couple of confirmation hoops, and then told me she would transfer me to the person who handles credit card issues. Yep, another ten minutes on hold. I once again explained the situation (my card hadn’t been skimmed, like what happened in Vietnam; this was a vendor double-billing me). We agreed that my purchases would continue to be monitored on both ends and that my card would be reinstated immediately. Yep, that was the highlight of my day.

With my newly restored purchasing power ensconced in my wallet, I was able to take care of the weekly grocery shopping. On the way back home, I had my driver drop me off at Dr. Jo’s office for my third Ozempic injection. I informed her that my appetite continued to be suppressed, with an almost total elimination of between-meal snacks and a tendency to be satisfied with smaller meal portions. The only adverse side-effect so far has been bouts of acid reflux. So, I got my third shot. One more week at the low dosage, then we’ll see how I react to the big jab. Next, Dr. Jo put me on the scale: Down 2 kilograms since last week. Progress!

At the appointed hour, I attended the Alley Hideout Tuesday dart tournament. Overall, I’d rate my game mediocre, but at least I didn’t embarrass myself. Won one and lost two. It is what it is, and since I lack motivation to practice, I’m not likely to show much improvement. But chucking the arrows once or twice a week isn’t a bad change of scenery. The beer at Alley Hideout is cold and wet, just the way I like it.

After my elimination from the tourney, we popped into Gold Bar next door for our nightcap. Surprisingly busy, and we wound up seated behind the stage for the first time.

Then we were homeward bound for a smoothie and a good night’s sleep.

In other news, I loved this Earthset as seen from the Artemis spacecraft:

My pal Scott shares some of his old photo albums on Facebook, and it is nice seeing shots from the good ol’ days, most of which were before my time here. But sometimes I recognize someone in the pictures:

From the July 2018 LTG archives comes this post where I’m bitching about the worst Hash trail ever. Well, I’ve seen worse since then, but I was still relatively new to the Hash experience at the time. Anyway, it was days like this one that convinced me I needed to take responsibility for my own safety and well-being on the trail. So, I have no shame about taking a shortcut or making my own way as circumstances dictate. The post also mentions the opportunity I had to hook up with a couple of Hash cuties for a threesome, but I wound up bailing on that adventure as well. At least I’m consistent!

Today’s YouTube video shares five things you need to avoid to keep things hoppin’ when you hit 70 years old. I think I’m doing alright for the most part, although I probably do need to drink more water. I’m also going to have Dr. Jo revisit the meds and vitamins I’m dosing daily to make sure there are no internal conflicts. I’m trying to move past the mental stress that comes with knowing time is running out, and I think I’m doing somewhat better in that regard. I want to live to see how I feel when I turn 80!

At least I still have my sense of humor. Such as it is:

Life goes on, so I’d best get on with it. Come back for more tomorrow!

I’m not a religious man, but I do maintain my rituals. And not all of them involve beer. Even on Easter Sunday, we hit the road for a Sweets Stroll. But instead of calling Swan the Candy Girl, I declared that the Easter Bunny was in the ‘hood! Here’s some of what we saw on our walk:

The last three funeral banners I’ve encountered have all been older than me, which is very rare to see. Maybe there is hope that my turn, turn, turn can be similarly delayed.

And then we changed things up by inviting Swan’s extended family to join us for Easter dinner at The Rite Spot On the Roof.

We kicked things off with the traditional Easter egg hunt for the kids. We didn’t have any chocolate eggs, so we substituted candy bags left over from the morning walk.

After dinner, the Filipino adults in attendance played a weird game. Kinda like hopscotch, but with dice and drinking.

That kind of fun is not my style, but I had an ice chest full of San Miguel Light to keep me company.

The party was still going strong when I ran out of gas, so I said my goodnights and headed to the comfort of my bed.

It was nice to see Swan enjoying some family time, and they all seemed to have fun at The Rite Spot.

Facebook memories reminded me of an incident that happened eleven years ago. I was still a smoker back then, but as a long-time resident of Korea, I tried to use my limited ability to speak the language as a sign of politeness and respect. So, I could do things like order a beer and get a pack of cigarettes in Korean. Or so I thought until that night at the local 7-Eleven store:

I went to the neighborhood 7-11 to buy some smokes. As is my custom, I told the clerk, “Dongbae Marlboro silver chuseyo.” He pointed at the black pack, and I said, “Anio, silver.” He pointed at the gold pack, and I repeated “silver”. I finally had to gesture to where the ones I wanted were. He pulled them from the rack, pointed at the word silver, and proceeded to instruct me in how to pronounce the word “silver”. Apparently, it’s “sil-buh”. Who knew? Still, it was a unique experience having a Korean try to teach me how to properly say an English word.

Good times! I quit smoking tobacco shortly thereafter.

From the July 2018 LTG archives, my first relationship in the Philippines came to an abrupt end. I was all full of wisdom and accepted that it was for the best, as we were obviously so wrong for each other. Spoiler alert: the wisdom didn’t last. Oh, and that Muslim gal I was considering never happened. How can I date someone who doesn’t enjoy grilled pork?

In today’s YouTube video, the Filipina Pea is back home in the Philippines, sharing her pasalubong with her family. The surprise encounter with her mother after not seeing her for a year was pretty hilarious. The Pea is always a fun watch.

You knew these were coming:

And now it is time to prepare for the Easter Monday Hash. I won’t be doing the mountain climb this year, but the “easy” trail is long (around Easter Mountain instead of over it), and it’s hot outside. That’s plenty challenging for me. Come back and read all about it here tomorrow.

…in fact, you could call it a Good Friday!

Trying to make the best of these golden years while recognizing the limitations that come with old age has sometimes been a struggle. I think I’m doing better at finding my sweet spot. Ironically, that means giving up the sweets I’d come to know and love. The Ozempic is helping to impose the self-discipline I’d otherwise lack by eliminating my cravings for the most part. Hopefully, you’ll be seeing less of me in the future.

The group hikers gathered as usual for our bi-weekly excursion. It was a Good Friday for a hike (sorry, I’ll let that lameness go now). Another hot day (aren’t they all?), but we overcame and had a mostly pleasant 6K stroll through Calapacuan.

I was on the fence about participating in the Friday dart tournament at Alley Hideout. Turns out, Jesus saved me because the bar closed for the holiday. That allowed me to leave my darts at home and enjoy a guilt-free evening on the town. I elected to visit Cheap Charlies first, and Swan consented to join me.

Nothing like a little free entertainment while you sip your beer.

We did our nightcap at Wet Spot. Or should I say Wet Spot/Green Room, since both crews are working out of WS while the renovation at GR continues. I usually limit myself to buying lady drinks for only two girls, but since I have four regulars here now, I have to double the pleasure.

After fifty bucks’ worth of fun, we called it a night and headed on home.

It’s the end of June 2018 in the LTG archives. I’ve got a new best friend, a winning date with Marissa, and another broken heart. Sounds like the story of my life.

Today’s YouTube video is something a little different—the story of a Japanese man who lived alone on a deserted island for 32 years. It was by choice, and he loved it. A voice in my head kept saying, “Is this for real?” but I’ve found nothing to the contrary.

I’ve got the jokes if you’ve got the time:

Hallelujah, another post has come to an end. Praise the Lord!

I grew up in a pretty religious family, but I had never heard of “Maundy Thursday” until my first trip to the Philippines. I made the mistake of coming during Holy Week. I remember landing in Cebu, checking into my hotel, then taking a walk around the neighborhood, and just about everything was closed. I asked someone what was going on, and they gave me a look like I was stupid before saying, “Maundy.” Really? I thought it was Thursday. Anyway, the story has a happy ending— I found an open bar and even brought a girl back to the hotel that night. She was up before dawn, and I asked her what her hurry was. She told me she was going to attend the Good Friday mass. Fuck me, I said under my breath. “I already did,” she said with a shrug. Okay, that last part I just made up, but I remember thinking it’s weird to be a religious prostitute.

Yesterday’s Maundy was much more mundane. Swan and I did a 5K morning walk.

Later, we went into town for a foot spa.

After the foot spa, we headed to Jewel Cafe for dinner. We were the only customers, and we both ordered the baby back ribs. I had a beer while we waited. And waited. I’m thinking, why is it taking so long if we are the only ones here. Then I saw what was happening. The kitchen was pumping out orders in take-out boxes, and the Grab drivers were picking them up for delivery. Ah, the 21st century. Even when you are the only one present, everyone connected is ahead of you in line. Swan was planning to meet up with a girlfriend after dinner, so we finally just asked for our food to be boxed like everyone else’s and took it with us. That’s twice I’ve managed to skip dinner since I began the Ozempic regimen.

We went to Sloppy Joe’s for the meet-up, and the joint was packed. A big pool tournament was going on, and our preferred street-side seats weren’t available. We ordered a beer and a glass of wine while we waited for the friend, and then Swan saw another friend from the neighborhood heading to the Alaska Club with her hubby, so we decided to join them there. And there I was, the only guy at a table with three Filipinas chirping away in Tagalog. Good times!

At the appointed hour, we said our goodnights and departed for home, where a bowl of sugar-free pudding was waiting for me. It served as my last supper.

Continuing on with the June 2018 LTG archives, after six weeks in the Philippines, I finally had my first date with a gal I met at Alley Cats named Marissa. Long-time readers will recall she was destined to become my first girlfriend here. It turned out to be quite the roller-coaster ride.

I’m a big “Lord of the Rings” fan, having read the books multiple times (including reading them aloud to wife #3). I also enjoyed the Peter Jackson films more than once. They were also well done. Today’s YouTube video shares a scene I admittedly missed, or at least didn’t pick up on the context of the moment. And now I have.

Funny you should say that…

Yeah, I’ve had enough, too.

It is pretty special to have a day on the calendar every year in your honor. But lord knows I’ve earned it. That said, my foolish life doesn’t compare with some of the idiots I encounter. With the wisdom of old age, I just tend to laugh at them these days. I don’t engage in much political discourse here at LTG. I learned long ago that there is no point in arguing politics on social media because minds aren’t going to be changed. I mean, honest discourse and sharing viewpoints are still possible even if you disagree (commenter Brian and I have had some decent back-and-forths lately), but sadly, that seems to be the exception rather than the rule. I still find it entertaining to post a political meme on Facebook just to witness the lefty heads exploding. Like that Trump quote I shared here yesterday, telling our “allies” that if they need oil, they should keep the Hormuz Straight open. We’ve got plenty of our own oil. Now, I usually save the humor until the end of the blog, but this comment (which I didn’t approve) from reader “Hugo” is worth sharing here to illustrate my point:

Dumbing down???? You’re a racist Trump supporter who is unable to think critically. I don’t think it’s possible to get any dumber than you. No wonder your family has disowned you; you’re a disgrace to anything human.

Dude, take a look in the mirror. What makes me a racist? Because I’m white, support Trump, and have different viewpoints than you? Calling someone a racist for any of those reasons makes you one. I’m from the Martin Luther King era and was raised to judge people on the content of their character, not the color of their skin. And if this comment is indicative of your character, you are the disgrace.

We’ll leave it at that. Now, back to our regular programming.

The Wednesday Walkers headed out to the old Navy base (SBMA) and did a pleasant 8K walkaround.

But the fun wasn’t done! It being Wednesday and all, we ventured out to Baloy Beach later in the afternoon.

And then our dinner plans hit a bump in the road. We plopped down at Treasure Island, as is our custom, only to be told there was no red wine available. It doesn’t make sense for a dining establishment to be out of wine, but so be it. We decided to walk up the road and have one of those steak dinners at Viking Resort. But when we arrived, karaoke music was blasting at full volume. I found that irksome, but this is the Philippines. I don’t have to listen to that shit while I’m eating, though, so we moved on, then grabbed a trike for Mango’s. And guess what? The waitress said she was out of red wine. (queue up: take a deep breath, relax, and accept the Filipino way). Luckily, the manager, someone I’ve known for years, was standing nearby, and I said to her, How can you not have red wine? She responded, “We have it”, and took the waitress with her to the stockroom. She returned with a big bottle of red wine, and the evening was saved.

Then it was time to head home for a strawberry-banana smoothie and some blissful sleep.

I woke in time to see the moon go down this morning:

In other news, it’s official. I’m elderly.

This wasn’t my idea; Swan did all the paperwork required to have it issued. I’m not sure I’ll take advantage of it because, from everything I’ve read, only citizens are entitled to the discounts. Not worth getting deported over.

It’s still June 2018 in the LTG archives, and I’m starting off my second month in the Philippines by finally securing the deal on a house to rent in Alta Vista. Not the one I thought I was getting, but one that was good enough under the circumstances.

For today’s YouTube video, we’ll take a trip back in time and take a gander at life in Olongapo during the Navy days. I’m told by the Navy veterans (and there are a lot of them living here) that Subic Bay was everyone’s favorite port of call.

Now for some funny business:

And that, my friends (and enemies), is all I’ve got for today. Let’s try again tomorrow.

Man, it’s been a LONG time since I’d heard this one. Damn, that shoe is a good fit.

They say it’s the little things in life that tell the bigger story. If that’s the case, I’m getting dumber by the day. Every Tuesday morning, my driver picks us up for the grocery-shopping excursion to Olongapo. As we neared our destination, I suddenly realized I had no means of payment because I’d forgotten to put my credit card in my wallet before leaving home (for security, I only carry it when I plan to use it). So, we had to make a U-turn on the highway and go back home to get it. This caused additional stress because I needed to finish shopping in time to make it to my 10 a.m. appointment with Dr. Jo. Stupid is as stupid does. Anyway, it all worked out. I gave my driver some additional pesos for the extra fuel expended and arrived at Dr. Jo’s with five minutes to spare.

I received my second injection of Ozempic and reported no adverse side effects other than some occasional acid reflux. Dr. Jo advised that this is a common reaction. My appetite seems somewhat repressed, at least to the extent that my craving for between-meal snacks has been, for the most part, eliminated. I was a little disappointed that I only lost 1.4 pounds last week, but progress is progress, I suppose.

At beer o’clock, I made my way to Alley Hideout for the Tuesday blind-draw dart tournament. And as fate would have it, I once again drew Amie as my partner. We once again threw mediocre darts, winning one of our three matches before elimination. Still, playing with Amie, I feel no pressure as she takes it all in stride and enjoys herself, win or lose.

Swan was attending a gathering of friends, so I did a solo nightcap at Gold Bar before calling it a night and dragging my sorry ass home. Probably the smartest thing I did all day.

I posted this on Facebook and more liberal heads than usual exploded:

From the June 2018 LTG archives, almost a month in the Philippines, and I STILL haven’t found a girl. In this post, I share my observations on the dating game as played in my new homeland.

Today’s YouTube video discusses the state of emergency in the Philippines. Rising prices here have a significantly greater impact on the working poor population. I’m hoping things calm down soon. I heard a rumor that the government may declare a lockdown to reduce energy consumption. Crazy times.

The laughs are still free:

I’m still smart enough to know when it is time to end a post like this one. Done!

The first time I said goodbye to Arizona was in 1983 when I moved to Arkansas. I said goodbye again yesterday when the losers on the Arizona floating bar couldn’t be bothered to step away from their card game and send the raft to pick me up. Fuck off, you cunts!

Not much to say about the rest of the day, which I guess, comparatively speaking, is a good thing.

We headed out for the far side of town at beer o’clock only to be disappointed upon arrival. I stood on the beach waving my arms and shouting, but the crew never looked up from the card table. Swan was the first to say, “screw them, let’s just go.” So we headed back up the highway and popped into Red Bar.

We do our Sunday nightcap at Jumpin’ Jacks, and I figured I’d just order something off their menu for my Sunday dinner (Swan had eaten some Filipino street food at Red Bar). As I perused the menu, the manager informed me that everything was out of stock except chicken fingers and fries. Oh, well, fine, I’ll have that. A few minutes later, she returned and said, sorry, that’s not available either. Apparently, they had a big night on Saturday, and this being the Philippines, they hadn’t restocked for anyone wanting to eat on Sunday. I’d used up my daily allotment of irritation, so I just shrugged it off. Then again, I can’t remember the last time I skipped dinner. Does that qualify as intermittent fasting?

After some beers (wine for Swan) and a game of pool, we called it a night and headed home. If that’s as bad as days get around here, I’m doing alright.

It’s the final day of May 2018 in the LTG archives. I learned that a good friend in South Carolina has succumbed to cancer, I was throwing awesome darts, and getting rejected by the women I was attracted to. I guess you could say I was settling into life in the Philippines.

Meanwhile, people are starting to panic some over the looming energy crisis. Word is that the fuel supplies will be running out next month. Swan is shopping for solar generators so we can at least run our fans and charge our phones. I’m remaining confident that oil will be flowing again soon, but who knows? Today’s YouTube video is warning folks of the troubles on the horizon. Hope she is wrong.

Laugh while you still can:

And now, another Monday, another Hash. Today’s trail begins and ends at the end of Rizal Extension. That’s a non-starter for me. I’ll walk from my house to the On-Home (Tiny Cunts house), have a beer or three, then walk back down Rizal to Barretto. I’m channeling Frank Sinatra and doing it my way.

Prescott, Arizona, was the best place I ever lived. I saw Rod Hart play in a local bar, and Junior Bonner was filmed there.

…as seasoning for more of the same.

What’s different about a morning hike and an evening out in Barretto? Nothing really, except for where we did our Friday group hike way out on the far side of Subic, in Barangay Aningway-Sacatihan, and trekked to Balon Falls. It’s been over a year since we last enjoyed this adventure. It’s dry season, so the creek was low and there wasn’t much of a waterfall to see, but it was still a pleasant journey along the waterside. We also hiked through a friendly Aeta village and enjoyed interacting with the locals. It was a refreshing change of pace.

Back home for a nice nap, a shit post, then a shower and a shave. I wasn’t in the mood to play darts, so I skipped the Friday tourney this week. Instead, we began our evening out at Red Bar.

When it was time to eat, we headed up the highway to satisfy Swan’s craving addiction for birria tacos. Myleen’s is the only place in town to get them these days. Swan has the recipe now, but we need to find some corn tortillas to work with.

We decided to finish our evening out on the far side of town at Queen Victoria. As always, it was an enjoyable time there. Manager Jake has really turned the place around. And that’s where another day in paradise came to a close.

Back to the May 2018 LTG archives, and I’ve rented my first residence in the Philippines–a one-bedroom apartment on Baloy. A step in the right direction, but my future was later found in Alta Vista.

Things are getting a little crazy here with fuel prices doubling since January. A liter of gasoline is now over 100 pesos (around $6.50 per gallon). Diesel fuel is even more expensive. This morning, Swan’s sister couldn’t find a Jeepney available to take her to work in Olongapo. On my walk, I noticed many Jeepneys parked along the side streets. It makes sense…fuel has doubled, fares remain the same. What’s the point of driving all day if it is going to cost you money? I don’t know what the fix will be, but it better come soon, or the poor folks’ suffering will be getting worse.

Today’s YouTube video discusses some more of the impact of the current energy crisis. I’m glad I don’t rely on public transport or have any flights scheduled. It’s a crazy time.

Now is a good time for some humor:

And that’s the story of my slightly different day. Got something a tad different in store for this evening as well. Tell you all about it tomorrow.