A different drum

I got bit by the lazy bug yesterday. Despite my good intentions, I couldn’t even be bothered to take an abbreviated morning hike. Not good for my weight reduction goal, but I did at least take a longer than usual walk this morning to try and make amends.

And I wasn’t just lazy in regards to exercise. I rarely hear from my Wet Spot gal when I’m not with her at the bar, but yesterday she sent me this message:

Hi, babe morning.. i see you tonight is that ok? We don’t have to go anywhere else for our date but to your home.

I declined her offer, telling her I wasn’t feeling well. I guess she didn’t like that.

You not sweet when you are sober ..see how you are

I told her I was sorry she felt that way. It was nothing personal, just not feeling up to it.

Is that all you can say? …i know you not feeling well but its boring answer john

I told her I was sorry to be such a disappointment and that I appreciated that she wanted to see me, but there was really nothing else I could say at the moment.

Hmm.. Ok i leave you alone now.. Hope you feel better soon.. Love you..

I didn’t respond to that, but I was admittedly taken aback by the “love you”. I had to wonder why? Other than spending a few hours sharing drinks in the bar, we’d never been together. I’m not even sure we have any common interests (other than drinking); I know she is not into hiking, for example. On the other hand, she is attractive and wants to be with me–that’s more than I get from most of the women in this town. It gave me some food for thought while I went about my Saturday night bar hopping. I did, however, intentionally avoid Wet Spot.

I also heard from Jane, the Date in Asia girl I took out a couple of weeks ago, broadly hinting that she was bored and would like to see me again. Again, I had no interest in going out on a date with her for whatever reason.

After several drinks in various locations, it occurred to me that I’m really not interested in a relationship with anyone at this point in time. Oh, I mean, a gal like Lyn who wants to go hiking with me would be nice, but she is stuck in Angeles with her kid. Just doesn’t seem meant to be. I’m going to continue to embrace this singlehood life of mine and be happy with it. Not closing any doors, but I’m not willing to settle for less than what I want either.

During my walk this morning, a Michael Nesmith song came up on my playlist, and it seems to capture pretty much what I want to say to my pursuers.

Well you and I
Travel to the beat of a different drum
Can't you tell by the way I run
Every time you make eyes at me

Yes, you cry and moan
And say it'll work out
But honey child I've got my doubts
You can't see the forest for the trees

Now don't get me wrong
It's not that I knock it
It's just that I am not in the market
For a girl
Who wants to love only me
And I'm not saying that you ain't pretty
All's I saying's that I'm not ready
For any person place or thing
To try and pull the reins
In on me

Well I feel pretty sure
That you'll find a man
Who will take a lot more than I ever could or can
And you'll settle down with him
And I know that you'll be happy

So goodbye
I'm a-leavin'
I see no sense in you cryin' and grievin'
We'll both live a lot longer
If you live without me

Maybe I’ll go to Wet Spot tonight and sing it to her.

So, to the rest of my Saturday night in my cozy little barrio.

I started out at It Doesn’t Matter and quickly learned that the lovely Armie was celebrating a birthday. I guess the tradition is to have customers staple a gift donation to a money necklace. I contributed 500 pesos to this worthy cause. She really is one of my favorites. And yes, if she looks familiar, she’s the one who finished 3rd in the Fralics beauty pageant last month.

When supper time rolled around, I headed on up the highway to John’s place.

I enjoyed the sunset there…
…along with this delicious pulled pork sandwich.

My friend Joy, who works across the street at the Hideaway bar, messaged me that she was hungry. I dutifully delivered her an order of Korean-style chicken wings. She shared with her co-workers, and everyone seemed to enjoy them.

The look of satisfaction on Joy’s face says it all.

I decided to finish my night at the Alaska Club. When I first arrived, I was once again the only customer. That’s a little concerning for a Saturday night. There were five dancers on stage, and I was in the process of picking out my favorite when a big spender and his entourage arrived. He promptly called all the dancers down for lady drinks. I felt both relieved and inspired, so I bought the three waitresses a drink. Now everyone was happy. I know I enjoyed telling all my old jokes to a new crowd.

Who needs a girlfriend anyway?

Romanticizing my life

Althouse has an interesting post about embracing the mundane and appreciating the life we have. Apparently, this is a trend with roots in the pandemic that continues to be promoted in TikTok videos and mainstream publications like the NY Times.

 ‘You have to start romanticizing your life,’ the narration begins. ‘You have to start thinking of yourself as the main character. Because if you don’t, life will continue to pass you by. And all the little things that make it so beautiful will continue to go unnoticed. So take a second, and look around, and realize that it’s a blessing for you to be here right now.’…”

Anyway, I appreciate the sentiment, even if it seems pretty obvious. I mean, I’ve had a starring role here at LTG for going on seventeen years now. Still, sometimes it all seems so pointless, and you have to step back and look hard to realize how much joy can be found in the seeming meaninglessness of daily life. Or so I keep telling myself. At least I’m not alone in those thoughts.

Here’s one way to be the star of your life (it’s funny and short, give it a watch):

https://twitter.com/i/status/1259959958856237069

Here’s what’s happening here in my world (or should I say the center of my universe?):

Another dart tournament victory.
Jerlyn is a friendly bargirl with no interest in me at all. And I just now noticed that Anabelle is in the background. She’s the one who rejected me four years ago. I’m on a roll!

After darts, I did the dinner at Sit-n-Bull thing.

Hawaiian-style grilled chicken breast with salad and coleslaw.

After my meal, I stopped by Queen Victoria.

I did not partake in any of the drink specials. I had one beer and left.

Finished my night at Outback, where I think my friend, the bartender, and I have put aside our differences.

The morning hours featured a nice hike with the Friday walking group. We took a Jeepney ride out to Calapadayan and walked back to Barretto via Naugsol. It looked like this:

One good hill at the start, then a pleasant flat walk the rest of the way.
Meeting up in the 7/11 parking lot.
Exiting the Jeep at Calapadayan.
A group shot with the ape. No idea what it is supposed to symbolize.
Movin’ on out.
It was a hot start to the uphill portion of the hike.
Leaving the road behind for now.
Into the banana tree jungle.
A little shade is nice.
That hill is done!
What a bunch of garbage!
A different take on Easter mountain.
Cookie girl.
On the Govic highway, headed to Naugsol.
A roadside homestead.
Into the great wide open.
Another banana forest.
The old dirt road.
Back to San Isidro.
The lows of the valley.
Regrouping. Yep, everyone is here.
A familiar face.
More cookie kids.
Let’s go home!
The final push up.

What do I have to complain about?

Ain’t it a shame

There are always going to be good days and not-so-good days in life. My yesterday fell somewhere on the lower end of that spectrum. Not bad or tragic, but not altogether enjoyable either.

It started with my morning walk. I was doing my standard 8K streets of Barretto walk. It was hot, and I began feeling a little light-headed early in the hike. I’ve also been experiencing some lung issues, so I took a couple of squirts from the inhaler I always carry in my pocket. It didn’t seem to help much, but I plodded on. Finally, at about the 6K mark, with the climb back up to Alta Vista still looming, I gave up and caught a trike home.

I’m not sure what is going on with my health these days. My blood pressure has been in the 140s/80s range for a couple of weeks now. I used to be in the mid-130s or lower. My resting heart rate is up from the mid-60s to the low 70s. I have had some shortness of breath problems, not just on the hikes but even in bed at night. I use my nebulizer daily now when it used to be just a once in a while thing. Might be time to schedule a doctor’s visit.

I started my regular Thursday evening bar crawl at Hideaway bar, on the other side of town, but I needed to get some of the steps in that I missed on my aborted morning walk. I had a large pizza (Hawaiin with pineapple, sue me! it’s what the girls like) delivered. Yeah, feeding the hungry is part of my mission in the bars, doncha know? I’m continuing with my gin/soda and using beer to slow down my intake of the hard stuff routine. I probably need to slow down some more. I had three gins before I finished my first beer. And then the owner sent me over a free beer which I, of course, politely accepted. Joy and her pal Jen had the barstools on either side of me, and I was naturally plying them with lady drinks. Oh well, it’s all part of the fun, I suppose.

Finished my freebie beer, then headed out. Next stop, Cheap Charlies. My, how times have changed. There was one big spender who had half a dozen girls drinking with him. Good for them! Two of my regulars were also busy with another customer. I was drinking alone (which does save money) when a bargirl I see infrequently sat down beside me. I engaged in a little small talk, and then I asked her to get me another drink and to get a lady drink for her. She brought me my drink and then disappeared for ten minutes or so. When she returned, she still didn’t have a drink, and I reminded her I had offered one. She told me she had something to do and then walked away again. I looked later and saw her sitting by the cashier, playing on her phone. Well, okay then. Never had a bargirl reject my offer of a drink before, but there’s a first time for everything, I suppose.

I let it bother me a lot more than I should have. I honestly don’t mind drinking alone. But to be ignored entirely (I had to get up and order my second beer) was irksome, especially when I recalled all those recent times when I’d been the only customer and felt sorry enough for the girls to buy them all a drink and some food. It just seemed disrespectful somehow. Of course, I’ve always known that the bargirls aren’t really my friends; their job is to pretend that they are. Some of them are pretty damn good at it, too. Anyway, the masks were off last night. Even my two regulars ignored me after their customer was gone. So, that’s fine. I’m not sure if, or when, I’ll be back to Cheap Charlies. I do know I will not be buying any lady drinks there in the future.

Life moves on, and so did I. I crossed the street for one of my rare visits to Hot Zone. I was the only customer, which was pretty surprising. Several very attractive dancers were on the stage. Jay, the owner and former Hash Grandmaster joined me at my table. He then called all the dancers down who were braless to join us for a lady drink (he paid, not me). Only one girl was left on stage; I guess she has motivation now to lose some of her underwear. I bought my friendly, smiling waitress a drink before I left.

I finished the night at Wet Spot being snuggled by Aine. It was nice to be next to another great pretender. I ordered her some nachos as a reward.

And yes, if that’s as bad as things get around here, I’m certainly living a pretty charmed life.

It’s a new day, and I started mine this way:

Breakfast burrito in Barrio Barretto. I’d give it a solid “B.”

And speaking of “B’s,” I made a batch of these to take to Alley Cats when I play darts later this afternoon:

Me and Betty Crocker go together like a mix in a bowl.

I nebulized before the hike this morning and did not experience any issues on the trail. It was still hot, though. Pictures from that adventure will be posted here tomorrow. See you then!

Thirteen nil

The Lagoon dart league team

We defeated the hapless It Doesn’t Matter in yesterday’s darts competition 13-0. We are in first place heading into the last few weeks of the season. It will likely come down to how we fare in our match-up with the second-place team in three weeks.

Dead-eye Kevin fires away…

Hung around IDM for a bit after the match was concluded. Bought a drink for my waitress, Agnes, and as we were chatting, that young girl with the bad teeth I mentioned in this post came by selling her lumpia. I asked the girl her name, and she told me “Dimple.” Ah, that’s sweet. Then I asked how old she was and she said “eighteen.” I told her bola bola (a polite way of saying bullshit in Tagalog). She just smiled shyly and looked down at the ground. I wound up buying some of her wares for the IDM girls to share. Agnes told me she lives near the girl’s family in San Isidro. So, I told Agnes my thinking about wanting to help this kid out with her teeth and maybe her education but that I didn’t want to be directly involved–just the money man behind the scenes. Agnes agreed to investigate a bit and talk to the mother on my behalf. So, we will see what happens with that.

I had a hankering for the Maui chicken burger from Sit-n-Bull, so I headed up the road to get one.

I wasn’t disappointed.

I went next door to Wet Spot for some more drinking and sat at the “backslappers” table with manager Brett and owner Dave. Of course, my bar sweetie Aine was there by my side, earning her drink commissions. Aine did chide for how long it had been since my last visit, and I reminded her that the bar had been closed on Sunday and Monday. She also wants me to “take her out.” At some point, maybe I will, but I’m not really feeling it now.

I stuck pretty well to my “diet” on Day 2 of my weight reduction efforts: lower beer intake with the void being filled with gin and soda. I’m snacking less, not eating ice cream, and that chicken sandwich was my only real meal for the day. The only downside is I haven’t quite balanced out the more potent content of the gin drinks than the beer they replaced. I got a little drunker than usual last night. I vaguely recall stopping at Queen Victoria on my way home but I don’t remember what I did there. Anyway, I’ll figure out how to maintain the right balance. Practice, practice, practice!

An enjoyable morning hike with the Wednesday Walkers group. Around 7K (I forgot to start the tracker right away, so I only recorded a little over 6K), with two moderate climbs and a pleasant stroll back to Alta Vista on the My Bitch trail.

My hike began and ended in Alta Vista.
These country dwellers were the first cookie recipients of the day.
A street scene from Marian Hills.
The hotter the weather, the smaller our turnout for these hikes. Only five of us on trail yesterday.
Jens was the de facto group leader for our hike.
At the top after our first climb.
A valley view
A short break back down on Rizal Extension just before beginning our second climb.
As seen on the way up.
A nice place to rest up top.
How Easter mountain looked from here.
We weren’t trespassing because the owner is always friendly and welcomes us as we pass through.
More satisfied cookie customers.
Through the woods.
Hey, I can see Alta Vista from here!
Doing laundry in the creek.
Susan heading home on My Bitch.
Back home at last!

You can Relive the hike here if you’d like:

Let’s see what today will bring that I can write about tomorrow.

The fat man sings

I never really had a plan for life, I just reacted to it. Whenever I reached a crossroads, I chose a direction and followed the road without a clue as to where it might take me. I guess it is natural to wonder about the paths that would have led to a different life, but you only get to live the life you chose. No mulligans. But I have been extremely fortunate and blessed. The roads I have taken have led to some great adventures and life-altering experiences. A fool’s luck perhaps, but even though I could never have imagined what my life would turn out to be, it has been a very nice ride. So it is time to look forward again. And it will be an adventure with an uncertain outcome for sure.

I originally wrote that on New Year’s Day 2005 as I contemplated my future life in Korea. I quoted it again in a post I wrote on my last day in Korea. And here I am on the eve of my fourth year in the Philippines. Things haven’t exactly gone the way I imagined they might, but things are good enough for a fat old fuck like me.

Speaking of fat, I’m kicking off a plan to try and lose some of this belly. It’s so out of control that one of the female Hashers blurted out last night, “I can’t believe how big your stomach is!” Ouch. I checked the scale this morning, and it registered 216.1. Yikes. My goal has always been to stay under 200 pounds, but 215 is my redline. Looks like it’s time for some lifestyle changes. At this point, I’m not planning to do anything really extreme. Obviously, I need to cut WAY back on my beer intake. And at the grocery store today, I showed the self-discipline to avoid buying my usual weekly gallon of ice cream (1/2 vanilla, 1/2 rocky road). The problem is when I drink all that beer and come home. I seem to lack the ability to refrain from eating ice cream like there is no tomorrow. I always have an excuse–eating a bunch tonight is no more calories than eating a little over several days–but obviously, that’s just wishful thinking. So, less beer, fewer sweets, more exercise, and maybe skip a meal most days. That’s the plan anyway.

The big news around here is that the Philippines has elected a new President: Ferdinand Bong Bong Marcos. If that name sounds vaguely familiar, it’s because Bong Bong’s dad was the infamous former president/dictator. Ferdinand Sr. even puts Hillary to shame, holding the Guinness World Record for the largest-ever theft from a government. He won in an apparent landslide, so I suppose the age-old question of which old saying: “you can’t judge the son by the sins of the father” or “the fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree” is correct.

Congratulations, Mr. President. The Filipino people deserve an honest and competent leader. I hope you can be that for them. Good luck!

Alright, let’s get to yesterday’s Hash. I wound up doing a long and solitary trail. It was my choice to do it that way. I hate riding in the Hashmobile, so I opted to walk the 3.3K to the trailhead from my house. The Hares, Leech My Nuggets, and Fuck A Duck had a long and a short option. I took the shorter 5K version. When I reached the start, I decided not to wait for the other Hashers to arrive and set out on my own. I won’t usually hike in the hills when I’m unfamiliar with the terrain, but Leech always makes a well-marked trail, and I knew if I got into some kind of trouble, the other Hashers were only thirty minutes or so behind me.

The trails as envisioned by the Hares.
How mine looked after starting and ending in Alta Vista.

I’m adding additional photos from the Hash page as usual. Mine are especially boring this week since I was the only Hasher in sight.

The start of the short trail.
The Hashmobile arrived after I had already started the trail.
It was a beautiful day. I wore my headphones and had some nice music to keep me company as I hiked.
On-On!
Filipinas in the wild.
I actually really enjoyed this trail—one moderate climb (and a steep down). We were traversing the foothills of Easter mountain.
Some lovely vistas to enjoy.
I think I’d only been on this trail once before.
Watch your step heading down.
Easter mountain from the bottom.
Nice and flat!
On the road again. Leech My Nuggets, the Hare, is re-doing his own trail. I respect and admire that.
A final look back from whence I came.
That roof is Leech’s house, the site of our On-Home activities.
Whatever You Want and Black And Dick Her.

The liquor ban was still in effect, so we all stayed longer than usual at the On-Home (we usually pack up and head out to a local bar for some post-Hash drinking. It was odd to be stumbling home in the dark, but I made it without incident.

And that was my Monday.

A biscuit coincidence

It turns out the locals don’t call me the cookie man after all. I had two different “customers” thank me for the biscuits yesterday. Who knew?

In the first case, I got a message from a Facebook “friend” named Jenny that I’ve never met or talked to (yeah, I’ve got lots of those for some reason) saying she had seen me hiking in San Isidro. Jenny also mentioned seeing me giving biscuits at the house across the street from her. Her daughter wanted to know why the Kano (foreigner) didn’t give her any. I explained that the kids across the street from her were my regulars and that it was also my last bag of cookies.

Anyway, we wound up chatting, and she seemed pretty nice. She told me she did house cleaning and laundry and wanted to know if I needed any help. I explained that I have a full-time helper already. Then I said half kiddingly that I could always use a massage (yeah, I had been scrolling her FB photos, and she looked pretty good). Somewhat to my surprise, she agreed to come and do a massage. So, I arranged to meet her near her place and show her the back way into Alta Vista.

At the appointed time, I headed down the hill and was most of the way to her place before we met on the road. Oh my, Jenny was much heavier than her photos had led me to believe! Well, not that it mattered. After all, this was just gonna be a massage. Okay, maybe my little head was disappointed, but that’s often the case of late. So, after a brief exchange of greetings, we headed back up the hill to my place.

The total distance from where we met to my house is just under one kilometer. Granted, a lot of it is uphill (it’s a 30-meter climb). But between there and here, Jenny had to stop and rest at least a half dozen times. I was shaking my head in disbelief that anyone could be that out of shape. In fact, I asked her if she was a smoker or had lung issues. Nope, just not used to walking, she said.

Anyway, we finally made it to my humble abode. Jenny had some water and rested up a bit, and then it was time to get to work. She gave a decent massage, but nothing special. And nothing even approaching “inappropriate” touching, let alone a happy ending. And that was fine by me. When it came time for me to pay, I handed her 1000 pesos. She was surprised and said, “that’s too much!”. I was surprised because I’d never heard a Filipina utter such words. She was right, of course. The same massage in a parlor would have cost me less than 400 pesos. Still, it was Mother’s Day, so I just told her to keep the change. I also gave her a bag of biscuits to take home to her daughter. I then walked her back down the hill to make sure she’d make it home okay.

Since I’d forgone my morning walk for the unsatisfying massage, I decided to take the long way home. I regretted it almost immediately because it was frickin’ hot in the midday sun. By the time I reached the National highway, I’d had enough. I was also hungry. And there across the street sat the local Jollibee franchise.

I very rarely visit the Jollibee, but it was a convenient happenstance yesterday. I ordered a burger and fries for takeout.

And yes, like the wimp that I am, I took a trike home. Hey, I didn’t want my food to get cold. Yeah, that’s my excuse!

It was just okay. Much prefer Burger King or even McDonald’s. Filipinos love the Jollibee, and I’m just trying to be respectful of the local culture. *ahem*

So, today is election day in the Philippines. Foreigners are not supposed to involve themselves in national or local politics, so I won’t. I’ve heard a couple of people complaining that they hadn’t received their 1000 pesos for voting. Yeah, that’s right. Candidates here can pay people to vote. Upon reflection, I guess that’s more honest than just stealing the votes like they do back in the USA.

The worst part of the elections. You can pay for votes as long as the rubes are sober.

That liquor ban doesn’t directly apply to foreigners, but establishments that want to sell booze to tourists and expats have to apply for an exemption. I guess it is a bureaucratic hassle because most bars just said “fuck it” and closed. I walked from one end of Barretto to the other and didn’t see anyone openly selling my beverage of choice. Remembering my lockdown days experience, I visited a certain hotel bar that had been my speakeasy. A brief chat with the manager, and I was good to go. My San Mig Zero was served discreetly in a coffee mug. Tasted good just the same.

Several beers later, I heard from a friend who advised a certain beach bar on Baloy was serving foreign customers. I was ready for a change of scenery, so I hoofed it on down the highway. As I walked on Baloy road, I noticed one of the resorts had a bar full of people drinking beers from bottles, so I guess they must have gotten the exemption permit. The beach bar hadn’t, but no one seemed to care. We were drinking openly there too.

It was while I was imbibing at the beach bar that the second biscuit coincidence took place. When I had been walking out on the Govic highway, I encountered a youngster I had seen before in Barretto. She walks the streets selling lumpia to bar patrons and the like. I had bought from her recently to feed the bargirls at It Doesn’t Matter. She usually has her two young sisters with her as well. I’m not sure how old she is, but I’d guess twelve or so. Friendly and sweet, and when she smiles, she reveals a mouthful of broken and rotting teeth. It’s actually kind of sad, but I do respect that she’s out there earning what she can rather than begging. Anyway, when I saw her and the sisters while hiking, I naturally gave them a bag of biscuits. And then yesterday, there she was at the beach bar with her basket of lumpia and sisters in tow. She gave me that big smile and said, “remember me? You gave me biscuits”. I told her, of course, I remembered and asked her if she had walked all the way to Baloy from her home in San Isidro. “Yes, sir.” Wow. That’s quite a hike, probably 4K one way. I bought her and her siblings a coke, and they went on about their business. What a life!

After a bit, I decided to walk on up the beach and see what else might be happening on election eve.

The damn sun was in my eyes the whole way.
Alright, just look away. Yeah, that’s better.

Turns out Da’Kudos was also openly selling alcoholic beverages. Naturally, I wanted to reward their good intentions, so I stopped in for a couple more before calling it a night and heading home.

It’s Hash Monday, so I won’t have to go looking for an open bar tonight. We are doing the On-Home at the Hare’s house right here in Alta Vista. Look for a full report on those events tomorrow.

Now, I don’t want to give the impression that my life revolves around beer. But these memes speak to me somehow:

It’s taken me a lifetime to figure that out.
Even on election day?
It only hurts until the pain goes away.
I guess being horny is worse than being drunk. Me, I’m usually horny AND drunk. Explains a lot.

Anyway, it’s all good. Glad to still be in the game.

Date Night

I went on a date last night. A first date. With a gal I met on a dating site called Date in Asia. First time I went out with someone I met on that particular platform. She’s a local woman (lives in Barretto) named Jane. Thirty-five years old, one teenage son. Says she used to work in housekeeping at the Thumbstar hotel before the scamdemic; now, she helps out at her sister’s foodery in Subic. She drinks San Miguel Light beer. That’s about all I know so far.

Jane lives on Rizal street, so I took her to the Arizona resort relatively close by.

The view from our table.

Jane had a Filipino dish, the name of which I don’t recall. I had some baby back ribs.

They were quite good. And that coleslaw was amazing. The other side was broccoli au gratin. I think I’d pass on that next time.

After dinner, I invited Jane to come with me to John’s place for some more beer. She’d never been there and seemed to like the third-floor open-air ambiance.

The view from our perch.
The view of my beer.
The view of my date.

How did the date go? It went okay. I didn’t feel a strong attraction, but she seems like a nice woman. She expressed an interest in joining a hike with me, so perhaps that will be our second date. We shall see.

I was going to title this post “First date”, but it turns out I’ve used that title previously on a post about my first date after moving to the Philippines. That was with Marissa. Kind of made me sad after re-reading it.

Well, here it is Mother’s Day, and I’m also thinking about my mom. This makes eleven years of missing her on the day devoted to mothers.

Gone, but never forgotten.

That’s all I’ve got today.

Rockin’ me

Black Rock, that is. Yesterday, the Friday hiking groups took a climb up to Black Rock Mountain, then down the other side, circling back to Barretto on a 7+ kilometer trek that looked like this:

The way we rolled.
Heading out via the National highway.
Beginning the climb on this long set of uneven steps.
Halfway up on the road leading to the path.
Continuing the climb.
The final push to the top.
Only six of us yesterday. This is the slow part of the group.
Looking across the valley to Alta Vista on the adjacent hillside.
I love the view from atop Black Rock.
The black rock opposite of Black Rock.
Beginning to make our way back down.
Easy does it!
Martin taking is slow and sure.
Finally, back on flat ground.
Still too hot without shade.
The obligatory shot of Easter mountain.
Making our way home.

Not a bad morning’s work. You can Relive it here if you like:

https://www.relive.cc/view/vNOPozoKB2v

A drama-free night, which is always nice.

The tourney winners.

I was feeling unusually generous and ordered some food from Sit-n-Bull for delivery: chicken wings, chicken fingers, and shanghai lumpia. All the Alley Cats gals got a lady drink to wash the food down.

I popped into Alaska Club for a nightcap and was surprised and sad to see that I was the only customer on a Friday night. There were six dancers on stage with no one to dance for, so I gave them each a 50 peso tip to say thank you for the effort.

Then I called it a night and caught a trike home. In bed at the appointed hour and ready for whatever action today may bring. You’ll hear about it here, so come on back!

I’m a stand up guy

Well, what I mean is that yesterday I got stood up. Samantha, the young woman attending school for a degree in HR management, had agreed earlier in the week to meet me at Sit-n-Bull at 3 p.m. for a meal prior to her going to work. I arrived a few minutes early and sent her a message asking “are you coming?” She promptly responded, “where?” Um. I reminded her that she had agreed to meet up with me, and sent screenshots of our messages to that effect. She said she was still at school. “Aren’t you going to work?” I asked. She replied, “maybe I’ll go late or maybe not at all because I’m tired.” I just answered, “all right. Good luck.”

The purpose of the meet-up was so I could get a feel for whether she was legit and worthy of my support. Assuming she would prove to be, I also wanted to get some clarity on how much her education was costing and what kind of assistance she required. I guess in a backhanded way I got my answer. Maybe she just forgot our “date”, but damn, she didn’t even offer any apology. And to say you are just going to blow off work because you are tired does not sound like someone who has much future as a human resources professional. Pretty disappointing really. She sent me a message this morning asking if I would see her at work today and I told her I have darts tonight. I’ve kind of lost interest in this project now.

So, there I am sitting alone like a fool in Sit-n-Bull. I stayed until 4:00 but decided to go somewhere else to eat. John’s place is always a good option, so I took the longish walk across town and climbed the steps to the third-floor bar. I had a “buy one, get one” drink coupon to use there as well. I ordered the pulled pork sandwich and bought the girls behind the bar some fish tacos to share. It was all good as usual.

After finishing my beers I was ready to move on. It had been a while since I’d visited Cheap Charlies, so I made that my next stop. I sat down, ordered a beer, and was soon joined by a lovely young lady on either side of me. And yes, they were thirsty. So, we all drank together and watched the sun go down.

Going, going…
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…gone.

And then I saw the full moon.

Yeah, I’m a bad boy.

After drinking my fill, I was ready to head out. The final coupons in my wallet dictated my destination–Thumbstar. This is a bar I don’t usually frequent, mostly because I don’t like the manager. And that dislike has nothing to do with the fact that he married my crush, Heidi. I believe the last time I visited this venue was when I did the Bars of Barretto review. My, how times have changed! The place was packed. I found a place along the wall to sit my lonesome behind down and take in the scene. My coupons (I had two) were “buy one lady drink, get two customer drinks”. That’s actually a pretty damn good deal, certainly good enough to get me in the door. But I’d have to find a worthy lovely to share in the bounty. I ordered up a beer and looked around to see what might be available. Heidi passed by and briefly greeted me before returning to a big spender’s table. I contented myself with watching the dancers on stage. One of them noticed me looking in her direction, grabbed her friend, and came down to join me. Problem solved I guess.

I’ve been coming to the Philippines since 2008 and have never experienced what happened next. The girls were both very aggressive in trying to spark my interest in spending time with them outside of the bar. Hands rubbing me below the waist, pulling down their tops and showing me their tits, lifting the skirt for a panty shot, and then pulling the panties aside for a pussy view. No thanks. That’s just not my style. Their efforts were having the opposite impact on me so I had no problem declining their entreaties to book a short time room upstairs, come home with me, or just go barhopping. I politely told them I wasn’t in the mood but did reward them with a second lady drink.

They were certainly friendly, just not my type.

With the free drinks consumed, I headed out the door with my integrity (such as it is) intact. Did want to cleanse my palate though, so popped into Outback for one more before heading home. It was my first visit since being rudely treated by my “friend” the bartender. She wasn’t rude last night, but she wasn’t particularly friendly either. One of the waitresses was though and I enjoyed sharing a drink and some banter with her. That’s the difference between a regular bar and a girly bar. The girls aren’t available for “take out” in Outback so they have no reason to be aggressive in the pursuit of a customer. They are very happy to get a lady drink though and will laugh at your jokes in return. That’s a win-win in my book.

There was one strange thing that happened. This Filipino couple comes in to play pool. Both fully masked, which is not that unusual. The girl pulled hers down almost immediately, but the guy left his on (not even a true mask, a totally worthless bandana wrapped around his face). I probably wouldn’t have even noticed, but he came over to the bar for his beer, pulled the mask down, took a swig, and then pulled the mask back up. What an ignorant fool. The bar wasn’t even crowded.

Slavemasks for the sheeple!

Anyway, to each his own I suppose. It is nice to see the stupid self identify.

I had a solitary and pleasant enough flat walk of 9.5K to start my Thursday. I’ll let Relive tell that story.

https://www.relive.cc/view/vZqNxKrwdGO

Well, I guess I ought to give you the Easter mountain shot at least.

There you go.

And yes, I did take time to stop and smell the flowers.

And that was my day. Not so typical, but not so bad when it was all said and done.

And that’s the way it went

Made it through another whacked Wednesday. Pleasant enough hike with the Walers (pictures to follow), a 9-4 dart league victory, and then a drunken aftermath. Yeah, just another typical day in the life, right?

Our team is currently in first place in the standings. It occurs to me I shouldn’t be playing on a team because I honestly don’t give a shit about that. My teammates do though, and they get stressed over rolling up big numbers as we play a series of weaker teams in the coming weeks. So, by that standard, our 9-4 victory against Harley’s yesterday was a disappointment. Worse yet, it appears to me that this self-imposed domination goal is affecting the quality of our overall play. I keep telling my mates to just relax, have fun, and the victories will come on their own. So far the message doesn’t seem to be taking hold. Oh well, next season I will just be a substitute. I really don’t enjoy playing in the league all that much and it always makes for a stressful Wednesday to get there on time after the hike.

Our waitress, Jessa, helped out with the scoring.

Yeah, that Jessa. A former girlfriend. I somehow managed to fuck that relationship up too. It was funny in a sad way when one of my teammates nodded toward Jessa and said, “you should go for that, she’d be perfect for you.”. Been there, done that. But honestly, I wouldn’t mind it if Jessa gave me another chance. I’ve put out some tentative feelers in that regard but she doesn’t appear interested in trying again. I don’t really blame her for that.

After darts, me and Kevin went across the street to Da’Kudos for some dinner. The place was deserted. Even the familiar faces of the waitresses I know were missing.

Is anybody here?

There was a guy behind the bar, so we sat there. I had a club sandwich which was okay, but not as good as Sit-n-Bull. After our meal, Kevin left to go play in the Alley Cats tournament. So I moved next door to Johan’s for a change of scenery. Reyna, one of the gals from the Hash, was there so I joined her at the bar and we enjoyed some beers and banter together. She’s a nice gal and a widow who has dropped some pretty big hints that she’s interested. The attraction isn’t mutual, but I like her as a friend.

Jessa asked if I was going to stop by Lagoon on the way home and I told her I would. Not sure why she wanted me to because she pretty much ignored me. There was a female singer on the stage who was quite talented. I had her sing “I will always love you” and dedicated it to Jessa. Yeah, I was pretty drunk by this point. The best thing for me to do was to catch a trike and go home. I did get a trike but had it drop me off at Queen Victoria. Hey, I had a beer card to finish using. My favorite, Tin-Tin, is no longer working there. I asked the manager why and was told “she didn’t follow the rules”. He later said she came in late and left early. Okay then. But none of the other girls gave me the time of day during my visit. A friendly gal can always get a lady drink or two out of me. That’s money in the bank for the bar. Too bad. I don’t have much reason to go back there now.

So, that was my night. Drunker than usual, but again, I blame darts. Starting at 1:00 just throws me off schedule. Here are the hike photos I promised:

Gathering at our usual meet-up place, the 7/11 parking lot.
And we are off!
Crossing an iffy footbridge.
Marching down the road in San Isidro.
Into the valley. Those are tree shadows, not death.
This week’s edition of the Wednesday Walkers.
Paying our respects to the Virgin Mother.
The ever-present Easter mountain.
Unfortunately, this was not the fountain of youth.
Up dem stairs.
The valley we had walked as seen from above.
A well-balanced Max.
We looped around and came back via the My Bitch trail.
The view from there.
Onward Wednesday Walkers!
Through the woods…
Heading on home.

That’s it for now. I’m supposed to have an early dinner with Samantha, the college student I mentioned, before she goes to work today. We’ll see if she shows up.

I hope life treats you kind
And I hope you have all you've dreamed of
And I'm wishing you joy and happiness
But above all this, I wish you love

And I... will always love you

Aborted development

Another typical Tuesday in these parts. Happy to report that my weekly ATM visit provided the required bounty without incident. The usual mediocre darts were somehow good enough to make it to the finals.

We played doubles and I partnered up with Alan. Billy and Jocelyn knocked us into the losers bracket, but we came back and beat them in the first round of the finals. At that point, we declared it a tie and split the winnings.

After darts, Kevin, Alan, and I went to Mango’s for some dinner. We all wound up ordering the pork chops.

We all agreed they are the best pork chops in town.

The big news from back home is the leaking of a draft Supreme Court decision overturning Roe v. Wade. Kevin Kim has a lengthy and thorough post covering the abortion debate from pretty much every angle. I highly recommend giving it a read. Although I strive to avoid politics here at LTG, I do have my own viewpoints on this topic that I’ll share for whatever they are worth.

I’m opposed to abortion and I’m also opposed to the government intruding on the moral choice of whether or not to have one. I do draw the line here though: when the fetus/child is capable of surviving outside the womb, the mother no longer has the choice to terminate what is undeniably a life. If you are going to get an abortion, make up your mind to do so within the first trimester. Or better yet, take the “morning-after pill” and don’t conceive in the first place. These people advocating for the right to choose to abort right up to the moment of birth are arguing for infanticide–there is no moral justification for that action.

When I was in high school I got my girlfriend pregnant. Why we weren’t using readily available birth control is something I can’t explain. A toxic combination of lust and ignorance I suppose. I was 17, she was 16. The state of California had recently passed a law where a minor could choose to have an abortion without parental consent. That’s the route we chose. I went to the clinic with her and stayed with her after the procedure. I remember growing impatient because it took so long for her to be released when the abortion was done. I was am such a jerk. The next day at school she started bleeding, I especially remember the white slacks she was wearing looked like she had pissed blood. Her mother was a nurse so I surmise she figured out what happened, but she never confronted me about it. Our lives went on, she moved away, and the relationship ended. But I still sometimes wonder what that life I helped prevent may have turned out to be.

When I was 19 and my girlfriend was 17, she told me she was pregnant. In my defense, she was supposed to be taking birth control pills, but apparently, she was often forgetful. She was Catholic and abortion was off the table for her, so we decided to give the baby up for adoption. She moved in with me during the pregnancy and when the baby was born and I saw my helpless little girl laying in the hospital crib I knew I could never give her up. We got married instead and I became a father.

When I was 25 and divorced, my girlfriend was attending grad school in Idaho and I was living in Arizona. One weekend I was unable to reach her by phone (this was before email and text messages). I finally got in touch with one of her friends who told me my girlfriend was unavailable to speak with me. I said bullshit, either she calls me now or I’m getting in my car and driving up there to find her. She called and told me she was in the hospital getting an abortion. I said, wait a minute, don’t I have something to say about that too? She replied, No, you are not the father. Damn, that memory still hurts.

When I was 35, I was remarried to a Baptist woman and living in Columbia, SC. We would attend church with the kids every Sunday. In Sunday school class one week the lesson was all about how God gave mankind free will. After class was finished, there was an announcement that there was going to be a march on the South Carolina statehouse in support of legislation banning abortion. I raised my hand and asked, “if God gave man free will, why would you support passing a law to take away that free will?” The teacher responded simply, “It’s a matter of faith”. That was the day I quit the church for good.

So, my position was then and remains, if you oppose abortion try to change minds, not laws. But a human being has the right to life and your “choice” doesn’t change that. Once the fetus becomes viable, it is not abortion, it is murder.

Anyway, that’s how I see it.

Coincidentally, today is Mother’s Day in the Philippines. I was reminded of this song that my nephew sang at my mom’s wake in Enid, Oklahoma more than 11 years ago. You never forget the love of your mother.

So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons are like birds flying always over the mountain

Amongst the dead

I see dead people.

Yesterday’s Hash began and traveled through the hillside cemetery in the Kalaklan barangay near the old Navy base. It’s a big place filled with crypts and tombs of the dearly departed.

It goes up and up as far as the eye can see.

We climbed the steps and crawled up and over some of the crypts in our journey to the top. Of course, reaching the top was only the beginning of our hot and hard Hash trail, courtesy of an Angeles Hasher named Two Bottles. For the folks who did the entire trail, it came in at over 12K. My version was a still tough 7K.

After exiting the cemetery and hiking the Kalaklan ridge road, I shortcut back down the mountain and through the streets of Barretto before making my way to our On-Home at the Viking Resort on Baloy Beach. It was a tough trail, but at least it didn’t kill me.

I just did the half of it.
We rode the Hashmobile out to the graveyard to start our tortuous journey.
Two Bottles telling us the way it was going to be.
The attentive Hashers listening to the Hare.
And we are On-On!
Marching through the tombs.
The views are so nice from the graveyard that people are dying to get in.
A peaceful resting place by the bay.
It just went on and on. I forgot how large this place is. They ain’t done filling it yet either.
I wonder how many people have died making the climb to see a loved one.
Finally escaped from the dead zone.
Hello, ladies! Welcome back to the land of the living…
Heading up the Kalaklan ridge.
The view of Olongapo City from the ridge.
Marching on!
It was a hot one.
Baloy is on the far side of that peninsula so we still have a goodly walk ahead of us.
Heading back down.
On-Home at Viking. Let the drinking commence!
After Hash transport to Barretto. I walked my way into a different adventure. But that’s another story.

And so it goes and so it went. Today’s another day, let’s see what happens next.

Streetwalker

That’s what I’ve been reduced to. Or at least I was yesterday. But I went home with some money in my pocket, so I guess I was successful in my efforts.

The fiasco with the ATM last Tuesday left me short on my weekly funds. I was just about out of cash yesterday so I decided to hike the highway to Subic town and visit the BPI ATM there. Sunday sucks for both being on the highway and using the money machine. After a hot 5K walk dodging traffic, I was confronted with a line of several people waiting to withdraw money. I think I’ve mentioned before that generally speaking, Filipinos are the slowest I’ve ever seen operating an ATM. Most of the people in front of me would insert their cards and do a “check balance” transaction, with a printed receipt. Then they would re-insert the card and do a money withdrawal. Some of them actually would pull out a second card and repeat the process. Makes for a frustrating wait for a man of little patience. I was also afraid the machine would run out of cash before it was my turn. That didn’t happen though, and I walked away with a wallet full of pesos.

I’ll confess that the hike out to Subic was so unpleasant that I took a Jeepney back to Barretto. A quiet afternoon at home and then I was ready to roll out and use up some bar coupons. First stop was Hideaway. It’s on the far side of Barretto so I was able to make up some of the steps I had wimped out on earlier in the day. On the way, I stopped at Shamboli’s Pizza and ordered a large Hawaiian (don’t look at me like that, it was for the girls and they love pineapple on their pizza) for delivery.

As usual, Joy was happy to see me. My drink coupons were “buy 1 lady drink, get 1 lady drink” and I had two of them. So, four lady drinks for the price of two! Since I’m always buying Joy drinks when I’m here, those coupons actually saved me some money.

The pizza came and the girls were pleasantly surprised. It was disappearing from the box so fast I barely managed to get a picture.

I didn’t eat any myself, but by all accounts it was tasty.

I had also promised Joy that I’d help her pay for a PhilHealth insurance plan for her and her kids. 1500 pesos buys the first three months, so she’s covered for now.

Since it was Sunday I wanted to once again participate in the raffle at It Doesn’t Matter. Hey, I’m kind of addicted to those bar coupons now. Got there in plenty of time to purchase my tickets (6 for 500 pesos) and wait for the drawing. And wait I did. I guess the time is kind of fluid because six o’clock came and went and no tickets had been pulled. I went inside to see what was happening and got a look at this week’s prizes–5 bottles of booze and NO bar coupons. What the hell? So, I told my waitress friend Agnes she could have my tickets and keep any prize she won in the drawing. I saw later that none of my tickets had been drawn anyway. Oh well, the money collected is for a good cause.

After leaving IDM, I popped into The Green Room. I still had two tickets to expend there and I got down to business. My “friend” Samantha was nowhere to be seen, so I tried to send her a message on Facebook. That’s when I discovered she had unfriended me. Hmm. No idea what that’s all about, but I didn’t shed any tears either.

In due course, a young gal came to my table and asked do you remember me? I kinda did. Last time I was here I had asked for “Samantha” and she had responded, “I’m Samantha”. The wrong one then, but the only one now, so I asked her to join me. I had a lady drink coupon I need to use anyway.

Meet Samantha. Oddly enough, I hadn’t noticed the tattoos other than the one below her neck. I’m not a big fan of getting inked, but her body, her choice.

We did have an interesting chat. This Samantha is only 18 years old, which is kinda scary, but she turns 19 in June. Still a teenager though. In the course of our conversation, she told me she goes to school during the day and works at the bar to pay her tuition. Naturally, I asked what she was studying and she told me Human Resources Management. Hey! I’ve heard of that! I told her I’d retired as an HR manager and to let me know if I could help her in any way. So, now I have a new Samantha as my Facebook friend.

We chatted a bit this morning and she seems legit. Don’t get the wrong idea here. I am not interested in dating or even fucking a teenager. One thing I’ve wanted to do since moving here was to find a worthy student to sponsor. And a chance meeting with someone who wants to be an HR professional is pretty cool. It must be hard to go to school all day and work all night. Once I get a feeling that she is trustworthy I’ll consider providing some tuition assistance so she can focus more on school than the bar. Right now it is a wait-and-see situation. Might try and arrange a lunch meeting with her to discuss how we might proceed. Stay tuned.

I moved next door to Wet Spot to use my last coupon in that venue. I had it in my mind that Aine was off on Sunday so I was surprised when she almost immediately showed up at my table. That’s okay, I bought her a drink and we chatted. The waitress from Sit-n-Bull came around so we ordered a light dinner (a burrito for me, nachos for her). Daddy Dave wasn’t there but the manager, Brett, sent a free beer to my table. A good strategy, because I wound up staying long enough to order another lady drink for Aine while I finished my beer.

Just another night in paradise, and I’m glad to be here enjoying it.

Hash Monday coming up next. Not sure what to expect, but it does involve a truck ride to Olongapo and that means we’ll be climbing the Kalaklan ridge at some point. On-Home is at Viking on Baloy, so it is going to be a long walk for sure. More about that tomorrow.

She’s not a vile Lyn…

…and that’s music to my ears. I don’t feel like she’s trying to play me or pull my strings. Her seemingly good heart will be instrumental in whether we will go forward in concert. Her performance over the past couple of days led to a symphony of emotions and a satisfying climax.

Okay, I’ve stretched that pun just about as far as it is going to go, but it was fun (for me). Anyway, the point is, I enjoyed Lyn’s short visit and that’s a good start. I’m not feeling any of the love emotions at this point, but she is very high on the companionship scale. Honestly, that may be more than enough at this stage of my life.

Lyn had to leave early because there was no one at home to watch over her nine-year-old son. She wants to bring him with her the next time she visits. I asked where he would stay and she said she’ll get them a room. I know a mother is always going to put her child first, so it’s not a matter of whether I like it or not. I suggested a couple of hotels with nice pools they would enjoy. She plans to bring a helper to watch the boy while we go out. We’ll see how that works out.

Our last morning together was pleasant enough. I asked Lyn if she would like to join me for a hike and she agreed.

Lyn came out of the bedroom looking like this and saying she was ready to walk. Let’s go!

I took her on an abbreviated one-hour version of one of my standard hikes. She seemed to enjoy it.

I saw this in Marion Hills and couldn’t resist taking a photo. Someone was burning leaves nearby and the smoke combined with the morning sun rays to create this heavenly effect.
Ain’t they pretty?
Lyn enjoyed the hike until we reached this portion on the National highway. Traffic here really sucks on the weekends now.

We concluded our jaunt with breakfast at Harley’s on Baloy Beach road.

The breakfast view.
Viewing the breakfast view.
Viewing my breakfast.

Once we returned to the house we just hung out some on the back patio. Another positive for Lyn is that she likes my boys. I brought home some leftovers from breakfast and she insisted on treating Buddy and Lucky.

The boys of course gave her their full attention.
There you go, Buddy.
And one for you too, Lucky.

A short nap, then it was time to head back into town to catch a ride to the bus station in Olongapo. We had a quick lunch at Mango’s prior to Lyn’s departure.

Experimenting with the camera.
That’s the dress I bought Lyn featuring Bob Marley. It was hanging on a mannequin at a shop on the highway and it was love at first sight. 380 pesos later it was hers. Not sure if it was the colors or the singer she was attracted to.

When lunch was done we stood on the highway waiting for a Jeepney. It was hot. Then a cab pulled up and I put Lyn in it and gave her the fare. A much more comfortable ride and she deserved it.

The house felt really empty when I got back home. It’s funny how quickly you get used to having someone around. But then it was Saturday evening and it was time once again for me to hit the town. I like to start early (around 4:30 or 5:00) and finish early (before 9:00), but now that the curfew has been lifted quite a few bars are opening as late as 6:00. I still have coupons to burn and the May 8 expiration date is fast approaching. Hot Zone and Wet Spot were on my itinerary, but both hadn’t opened when I first passed by so I made It Doesn’t Matter my first stop.

After a couple of beers, the coveted 6 p.m. opening hour was upon me. But rather than deal with the “first customer of the day” syndrome, I thought a quick snack at Sit-n-Bull was in order. I was delighted when I looked in the cake and pie cooler to see one last pecan pie available for purchase. When I pulled it out, the gals thought I was there for takeout and had a bag ready to go. Nope. I explained I wanted the pie heated in the microwave, and then I wanted a scoop of vanilla ice cream on top. Yes, sir! My waitress wanted some ice cream too, so of course, I accommodated her request. And to be fair, I bought a scoop for the other five waitresses.

My dessert for dinner last night.

With the pie safely stashed away in my stomach, I made my way to Hot Zone. It was still early, but there were a couple of other customers in the bar. My coupon here was “buy a lady drink, get a customer drink”, which meant I needed to find a worthy lady. My waitress is my usual suspect, but she dropped my beer at the table and disappeared. There were five dancers on stage, but none of them really tripped my triggers. I finally decided on one dancer but a guy at the other table beat me to the punch. Oh well. My beer was now empty and my waitress still had not returned. Fuck it then, I’m out of here. Paid my tab and approached a guy I’m slightly acquainted with who was sharing a drink with the mamasan. I gave him my two coupons and said it looks like you can use these more than I can.

On a sad note, this is Jason, the bartender at Hot Zone. I didn’t know him personally but had noticed him last night looking bored behind the bar. I kind of wondered what his story was. Turns out, his story was ending. Killed in an accident last night on the way home from work. You just never know when your time here on Earth is going to end.

Wet Spot was my next stop. I used a “buy one, get one” customer drink coupon and got down to work. The dance crew at Wet Spot was much better than what I had just seen at Hot Zone. I was using my imagination as the girls danced when my carnal thoughts were interrupted by Aine joining me at my table. Well, I did have a “buy a lady drink, get a customer drink” coupon to use, so I welcomed her company.

Maybe you can see why I was fooled by that top she was wearing the other night. She’s got a nice set of her own.
That’s the fake one I’m talking about. Remember?

Anyway, Aine asked the waitress to take a picture of us together.

Aine said we make a cute couple. I said, “a cute couple of what?” She didn’t get it.

I wasn’t feeling it last night, so I finished the beers in my queue, paid my tab, then made my way for the door. Once again, Daddy Dave was there and foisted a free beer on me. How could I refuse? A brief chat, including the sad tale of a 72-year-old expat who is sitting in jail because of false charges brought against him by a disgruntled bargirl. That is my nightmare scenario, and I always do my best to keep my drunken self out of any kind of trouble. Just be nice to everyone and walk away from the assholes.

Just a tad past 8 p.m. when I grabbed a trike for home. I enjoy my beers and chatting with the gals, but after a couple of hours of that nonsense, I’m ready to call it a night. That’s just how this old guy rolls these days.

That’s today’s update. I’ll probably burn up a couple more of my bar coupons tonight and take it from there. It may not be much of a life, but it’s the best life I’ve got.

Here’s a way to kill a few minutes. I got 26 out of 30 right, including some lucky guesses. Must have been one of those increasingly rare lucid moments for me.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R2VhnuaMU3k&t=338s
You young fuckers can see what you know about boomer history too.

Bushwhacking

What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us.–Ralph Waldo Emerson

Yesterday was a full and mostly pleasurable day. It was nice to have someone with me on the hike. The group was more than a little taken aback when I came strolling up hand in hand with a cutie pie. A similar reaction when I brought her with me to Alley Cats for the darts tournament. The gals really seemed to take a liking to Lyn right away, especially the ones who are also from her home province of Samar. The guys seemed impressed as well. It’s been a long time since I had someone cheering me on during a match. I could never get my ex-girlfriend to come out and join me.

Lyn hasn’t ever been a dart player, but she showed a lot of interest in the game. During my warmup time, she joined in throwing at the board. As a complete beginner, she didn’t have much control, but with practice, I’m sure she’d develop some skills for the game. Once the tournament began, she watched the games intently and asked questions, so the interest is there.

As usual, over the course of the evening, I had moments of brilliance surrounded by demonstrations of complete ineptness. Still, I managed to come back and make it to the finals. Nancy, one of the better players participating, knocked me into the losers bracket. I met her again in the finals and took the first match 2-0. Prior to the deciding match, I asked if she’d prefer to split the money and call it a tie. She agreed.

A good night of darts.

As I mentioned above, Lyn was an enthusiastic participant in the Friday group hike. I was really quite impressed with her strength and stamina on a more difficult than usual trail and on a hot day. What I liked the most was she hung with me at the back of the pack, offering support along the way (doing things like wiping the sweat off my face and offering words of encouragement). My former Hashing girlfriend did her own thing and I rarely saw her until we were back at the On-Home venue. So again, I really appreciated Lyn’s caring nature.

We were attempting a trail that no one has tried since 2013 or so, which made it completely new to me. We went up into the hills near Naugsol with the intent to circle back around through Subic town. Things don’t always go according to plan. Somewhere early in our quest to the summit of the first hill, we lost our trail. Obviously, no one had been up that way in quite some time, so our path was obscured by thickets of bamboo and jungle-like vines and plants. The worst of the latter was covered in thorns and those fuckers were unforgiving should you have the misfortune of touching them. Pricks in my fingers and one even poked a hole in my ear. I also had a thorny branch stick its bristles in my shirt and it was a helluva battle to free myself without actually touching the damn thing. Anyway, bushwhacking is my least favorite activity on these hikes and it is something we usually can avoid. I felt bad for Lyn and told her that most of our hikes are a lot more pleasant than this one. She didn’t seem to mind, saying it reminded her of her childhood walks with her father in rural Samar.

Let’s go to the photos then, shall we?

That view doesn’t tell you a lot. Only a 5K hike, but it took almost two hours to get through the jungle that we endured during the first two kilometers.
We parked the Hashmobile and began walking up the road towards Naugsol. So far, so good.
Then we cut through the yard of this shanty house…
…and headed for the hills.
Lyn stayed right in front of me the whole way. I admit it was a little distracting at times.
And then the jungle descended and the bushwhacking began. No one had a bolo (machete), so basically, the guys in front would look for the easiest passage possible, then push the vines and branches out of the way as much as they could. It was a thorny business in places.
Even though the climb wasn’t particularly steep, it was every bit as wearying as the longer and higher paths we’ve taken in the past. Just ask Scott.
Being the gentleman that I am, I was more than willing to push that tush through the bush should Lyn require any assistance.
In the bamboo forest.
It was tough going.
Where’s there’s a will, there’s a way. Not that we had any choice.
An open space allows a view of how overgrown everything was.
Me and Lyn making our way. Destination: unknown.
We eventually made our way down the mountain and wound up near where we originally intended to be.
Being on an actual path again was a big relief…
Lyn said this place reminded her of where her father lived in Samar.
The survivors back on flat ground again…
Time to make our way back to the truck, a mere 3K away.
Behold the beautiful valley filled with dormant rice paddies.
The day’s only cookie delivery.
Crossing the river again.
That might make for an interesting climb someday.
The truck and an ice chest of cold beverages await us.
Lyn preferred ice-cold water to beer.
And then this enterprising Ice cream vendor pulled up and had a field day serving cones to hungry hikers.
Where’s mine?

Despite the missed trail and hard work making our way through the jungle, it was a fun hike. Thanks for joining us, Lyn.

Lyn left for home this afternoon. More thoughts to share on our time together tomorrow.

Back in the dating game

Here we go again.

Too soon to assess what I feel about Lyn so far. No fireworks, bells, or whistles; but no big red flags either. She arrived at my door at lunchtime and was hungry, so I walked her down to Sit-n-Bull for some lunch.

I find her quite appetizing.
We both went Mexican. I had a chicken quesadilla, Lyn went with a chimichanga.

After lunch, Lyn waited patiently while my bakla barber gave me a haircut. Lyn said he/she did a good job. We next visited the 7/11 where I bought her some glue to repair the shoes she’ll be hiking in later this morning.

We took a trike back home and then took a nap after consummating our new relationship, such as it is. I only tend to nap for an hour or so, but she was still sleeping at 5:00, so I had to wake her up. Didn’t want to have to walk into town in the dark.

Lyn loves the views from Alta Vista and wanted to pose for some photos.
Ah, ain’t she sweet?
She was impressed with the houses here too.
Lyn wanted a picture of us together. Aren’t we a cute couple? A cute couple of what remains to be seen.

I was going to start off the evening at the Central Park Reef hotel so she could see the view from the rooftop there. She reminded me that she had been there with the woman who introduced us on her last visit. Okay then, never mind. We crossed the highway again and I took her to my overall favorite bar, It Doesn’t Matter. I had my usual Zero beer, and she ordered a margarita. I was a little surprised when she told me she doesn’t like beer and doesn’t drink much alcohol either. In fact, that margarita lasted the length of our entire visit (four beers for me).

A bit of a hiccup at first, when one of my favorites at IDM, Agnes, came over and started getting all cuddly with me. I saw a familiar look on Lyn’s face and really didn’t blame her, so I told Agnes I was on a date and she needed to back off. She did switch into waitress mode right away and there was no problem after.

Lyn is really into billiards, so I told her to go inside the bar which features two pool tables, and find a game. That’s what she did, playing against one of the waitresses. I checked in periodically and she really is a good player. In fact, she told me the waitress wasn’t much of a challenge. It was getting close to dinner time, so I said I’d take her to another place with a pool table and we’d eat there.

Next stop, John’s place.

Korean-style wings and beef bulgogi.
With rice, of course.
No other pool players around, so I consented to a game. She kicked my ass, which wasn’t surprising. I pretty much suck.

It was getting close to 9:00, and that’s my bedtime, so we caught a trike home. Or thought we did. The driver passed by the entrance to Alta Vista, saying he needed to buy gas. I was thinking, WTF? Why pick up passengers on an empty tank? There was also a line of vehicles waiting to fuel up, so I said fuck it, we’ll get out here and catch another trike. In doing so, we had to pass through a fully manned police checkpoint. It hasn’t been a problem lately, but last night the cops said “where’s your facemask?” In my pocket where it belongs is how I answered in my head, but instead, I pulled my mask out like a good sheep and started putting it on. They asked Lyn too, but she hadn’t even brought one with her. She said she forgot and would get one at the 7/11 next door and they let us pass. Of course, I unmasked as soon as we were past them. We caught a trike and made it home without further incident.

I made us a mango/banana/pineapple smoothie for dessert which Lyn seemed to enjoy. Then it was off to bed–for sleep. Once a day for this old man is enough.

We are doing the Friday group hike together this morning so I wanted to dash off a quick report on our first day together. She’s still sleeping.

I’m not sure where I’m going or what I expect. I’ll try and figure that out as I experience more shared time with her. Oddly enough, I came across a post I wrote in 2017 where I quoted these words from Kevin Kim:

The Hindu concept of life is that it’s a painful wheel of existence called samsara.We’re chained to this repetitive, revolving wheel through our actions (karma). The object of the game is to gain enough wisdom about the nature of things so as to escape an eternity of repeating the wheel of life-events, again and again, all thanks to our accidental or deliberate unwisdom. Good luck as you examine deep causes and do your best to find liberation from the wheel (moksha) and bliss in your life (ananda). Every day is a new chance to walk a different path!

Here’s hoping this experience is better than my last one. Maybe not feeling that “love thing” like I did for the ex is the best course for me. We’ll see.

Bluesday

Here’s how things went down on my lazy Tuesday (lazy in the sense that I take a day off from hiking).

It’s grocery shopping day, and my driver picks me up at 8:30. Part of my weekly routine is to cash up at the BPI ATM at Harbor Point Mall. I’ve gotten into this habit because the only BPI ATM in Barretto is so predictably unreliable that I don’t trust It with my debit card. I use BPI because it allows a 20,000 peso withdrawal limit (the other banks have 10,000 max). So, since I only have the convenience of a functioning ATM once a week, I make two 20,000 pulls (around $800. total) and that’s usually enough to cover my bills and expenses for the week. The only downside is that BPI charges 250 pesos a pop, so my cash infusion costs me ten bucks. Yeah, there are cheaper ways to wire money but they have drawbacks too. Anyway, I’ve been using this method since the move here and it generally works out alright.

So, yesterday I make the first withdrawal, put the 20,000 in my wallet, and reinsert my card for the second pull. I can hear the ATM whirring as it prepares to complete my transaction, and then nothing comes out. The screen says “unable to dispense cash”, my card pops back out, and I get a receipt saying “transaction canceled.” Okay, I figure the machine just didn’t have enough money left in it. Still, I had a bad feeling so I had my driver take me to the BPI branch on the old Navy base. And when I tried to make a withdrawal there I got a “non-sufficient funds” message. As I feared, the first ATM had withdrawn the funds from my account but didn’t dispense them. Shit.

I had my driver take me back to the Harbor Point BPI branch so I could seek to have my money returned. Arrived at 9:20, but the bank didn’t open until 10:00. So, I went to Royal and did my shopping, then came back to the bank. Got there shortly after they opened but still had to wait my turn in the customer service line. When my turn came, I explained what happened, showed my “failed to dispense” receipt, and asked for my money back. I was given a form to fill out and when it was completed I was told I should see my money returned within two weeks. Alright, well, I guess I’ll just have to wait and see. I did report what happened to my bank in the USA too. This is not the kind of excitement I’ve been looking for in my life!

Got home and just lazed around waiting for darts time to come around. I usually try to arrive by 4:00 so I have time to practice/warm up before the tourney starts. A little after 3:00 I heard the ominous rolling of thunder. Looked outside and saw storm clouds on the horizon. Decided I’d best head for Alley Cats sooner rather than later so I could avoid getting soaked.

The view shortly after leaving home. You can see on the left that the rain is already falling. The thought belatedly occurred to me that I should have brought my umbrella.

I hustled as fast as these old legs would carry me and almost made it to Alley Cats before the raindrops started falling on my head. I was lucky because a few minutes after I arrived there was a cloudburst with drenching rainfall accompanied by thunder and lightning. Geez, it seems like only yesterday I was complaining about the heat. Oh wait, I was.

Did my darts warm-ups and just wasn’t feeling it. I probably wouldn’t have stayed to play except it was still raining outside. Oh well, I figured I’d just get my ass kicked, get out early, and start using some of those coupons I won at the raffle. Alas, I played well enough to stay in the tourney until the end.

Billy beat me and I beat Jocelyn. We all went home winners.

I’m not sure what got into me, but I was hungry and planning on doing my Sit-n-Bull thing, so I blurted out “anyone care to join me?” And the entire Alley Cats crew responded affirmatively. So, I stood by as they shut down the bar, then we headed up the highway for some grub.

My guests for dinner.

I was a little nervous that I wouldn’t have enough cash for the meal. I saw owner Ron and asked if they took credit cards and he said “no, but we can work it out. If need be, come by and pay me tomorrow.” Well, okay. That’s an option. Then I remembered there was an ATM outside. I got on my bank’s phone app and transferred some money into my checking account, then went to the ATM. “Out of service”. Hmm, just not my day for electronic banking I guess. Oh well, I’d just work out any shortage with Ron later.

I went with the roast beef dip again, one of my favorites.
My dining companions enjoyed a variety of dishes the likes of which I can’t recall. I’d had a tad too much to drink by this point.

When the bill came I was indeed about 1500 pesos short (the total was 5700 before tip). Kevin (at the far end of the table) chipped in the difference and we were good to go. Dinner for nine for about 120 bucks ain’t bad though.

I went home alone as usual and woke up alone again. That may not be the case tonight. That gal I met from Angeles a couple of weeks back wants to come to visit again. Plans to arrive today. Not sure how long she is staying, maybe through the weekend. We’ll see how that goes.

I called her “Lane” in the linked post above. I’ve subsequently learned that her name is Lyn. So, yeah, I don’t know her that well at all. Yet.

In the meantime, I’ll just continue to live the life of a single man.

Even if that requires scratching my own back!

Stay tuned for more adventures!

Hot & Hashy

It’s that time of year again. HOT season. It’s always summer weather here, but this is when you can really feel the heat. I know it is searing when I find myself longing for the rainy season. That’s just around the corner, and it will be good to complain about being wet and muddy again.

Amid the sweltering summer of Cape Canaveral, when the relentless heat has everyone yearning for the relief of the coming rains, there’s a group of individuals whose steadfast presence provides its own form of reassurance. Among them is a long-time family friend, whose role in fire watch security in Cape Canaveral is rarely in the spotlight yet always on alert. As we all look forward to the season’s change, he reminds us of the comfort found in preparedness and the peace of mind that comes with knowing professionals are ensuring our safety against the risks that heatwaves bring. His dedication is a silent sentinel against potential fire hazards, allowing us to enjoy our summer moments with a little less worry and a little more gratitude.

Well, the Hash goes on, rain or shine. And so did I. Granted, I only did a portion of the Hare’s intended path, opting instead to follow a trail more suited to the heat index. All in all, it was still a pretty good hike. Sweaty, but nice.

As is my new custom, I had a pre-Hash lunch at Sit-n-Bull. This sub featured ham, salami, and pepperoni.

There was a Hash meeting to attend prior to the start of the Hash. We finished that meeting at 1:30, so headed out right afterward. That meant the remainder of the “sane” group not at the meeting were on their own. They all seemed to do alright.

And we are off!
And now for the first climb of the day.
Oh yeah, nothing like stairs in the scorching heat!
Yes, this does indeed suck.
Damn, and I thought I was already tired.
One tiring step at a time.
Be careful what you wish for. The tires ran out, but the climb got steeper.
Come on up, the weather is, er, hot!
You can barely make out the Great Wall of Barretto up there on the ridge. We opted out of doing the rest of that climb, taking a more sensible path. We even had some shade.
Pubic Head is still making his way up.
Ah, a shady spot to catch your breath.
The view from up here.
A comfortable place to sit and rest.
First time I’d seen these kids. Living up here on the mountaintop must make it hard to go to school, but the little girl said “thank you very much” in perfect English when I gave her the cookies.
A bit later we encountered this group of regular cookie recipients. They are sweeter than the goodies I give them.
Back on flat ground for the long, lonely walk to our On-Home at VFW.
A little street basketball along the way.
Packing it in at the VFW.
Crash Test Dummy was one of the Hares. I guess he’s telling me about all the good parts of his trail that I missed.

When the Hash was done, a lot of us made our way to It Doesn’t Matter for some after-Hash revelry.

I took this picture of my leg for some drunken reason.

That young lady in the background is Armie, my waitress last night. She was also one of the contestants in the Fralics beauty pageant. She’s about the cutest girl in town and has a very sweet personality. Sadly (for me), she also has a boyfriend.

Well, I’ll confess to having a tad too much to drink last night. Just one of those days where I was in the mood to let it go. But, I had the good sense to make one last stop before heading home.

Some carrot cake to go from Sit-n-Bull.

I’m also happy to report that I did not leave my cake in the trike like I did the last time I tried to bring dessert home with me.

I’m also ashamed to admit I forgot to bring my backpack home from It Doesn’t Matter. Didn’t even realize I had left it behind until I got a message from Scott saying that my upstairs neighbor, Joanna, was bringing it home with her. Thanks again, you two.

Let’s go, Brandon!

I’m a winner!

The view as seen from my patio early this morning.

Perhaps the standard for what constitutes a “win” has been set too high. Maybe my purpose in life is to lower that bar. After all, losing and winning is really just a point of view. Some folks might consider me a loser, but as meaningless and pointless as my day was yesterday, it had some highlights. I’ll call that a win!

A good ol’ Sunday morning stroll to get the blood flowing.

I usually don’t start my afternoon routines until around 5 p.m., and by “routine” I of course mean visiting my favorites bars. I started a little early yesterday, leaving the house a bit after three. My helper had prepared a pancake breakfast that I enjoyed after my morning hike. I skipped lunch but opted for an early dinner before the serious work of beer consumption commenced.

After careful study of the Sit-n-Bull menu, I went for the club sandwich with a coleslaw side. I wasn’t disappointed.

While I was eating, Joy from Hideaway messaged me and asked what I was doing. I shared the photo from above with her and she was quite envious. It was kind of cruel I suppose because I know she loves the club from Sit-n-Bull. I hadn’t intended to visit Hideaway–it’s on the far side of town and I had just been there the previous night. But I couldn’t finish the whole sandwich, so I decided to surprise Joy with the leftover portion. I also picked up a couple of roasted chickens from Chooks To Go so the other girls had something to eat as well.

Joy was very pleasantly surprised.
That’s one way to keep the chicken warm I suppose.

I did my usual three beers (and three lady drinks) and out routine. There was only one other customer at Hideaway, but he was another big-spending tourist, so the other girls were taking full advantage (lots of double lady drinks). They did enjoy my chicken contribution to their party though, so I was glad for that.

Next stop was It Doesn’t Matter. I had forgotten that a local motorcycle club, The 8 Deamons, holds a raffle drawing every Sunday. The proceeds go to a local charity, a burn unit in Subic, so it’s all for a good cause. One of the members made a “last call” for tickets announcement. They are 100 pesos each, or six for 500 pesos. I was just going to buy one, but the member told me the raffle jar was very empty this week. I liked those odds, so I bought six tickets. At the drawing, two of my tickets were pulled, both for discount coupons at various local bars. The other prizes were bottles of booze, so I preferred the coupons. Another winner, the guy who had sold me the tickets, also gave me his coupon pack. I guess my friend Roan won too because she gave me some more coupons.

I’ve got a lot of work to do to get these used up by May 8!

Let’s see where I’ll be going: Hot Zone, Wet Spot, John’s Steak and Sushi, Thumbstar, The Green Room, Hideaway, Alaska Club, and Sit-n-Bull. They are all “buy 1, get 1” deals on drinks (some customer drinks, some for lady drinks) except for Sit-n-Bull which is good for a 15% discount on food. It will be a challenge, but I will find a way to consume my winnings somehow.

No coupons for bargirl takeout though. Oh well.

It’s Hash Monday, so I just did a 5K walk to Baloy Beach and back this morning.

Easy peasy.
This was still early morning (before 9) on a Monday, but lots of folks enjoying the beach already.
Still quiet back here in the neighborhood though.

Can you count all the wins in this post? I’m a lucky bastard, that’s for sure!

Taking it to the limit…

…one more time.

It’s mostly the same old shit around here.

If you look hard enough though you’ll see things to keep it interesting.

My standard stroll through Barretto. I usually do this walk once a week.
Nothing new about this view, but I always enjoy it anyway.
All these months later and newly widened Abra street remains a testament to incompetence.
I’m not sure I want to know what he has inside that van!
A pleasant backroad.
It’s election time here in the PI. I’ve never heard of a more honestly named political party.
It’s blossom time!
Slow progress on the construction project right outside my back door. And now they are starting another new house across the street. I guess peace and quiet aren’t in my future.

As I mentioned in yesterday’s post, when I returned home from my morning walk I discovered I had no access to the internet. A couple of hours of being disconnected from the world later, I headed back into town and used the WiFi at Outback. Later in the afternoon, the internet was restored at my place and life was back to normal. It being beer o’clock on a Saturday afternoon, I made my way once again to Barretto.

I honestly wasn’t sure what I wanted to do or where to do it. I considered starting with some food at Sit-n-Bull, but I wasn’t really all that hungry. So, I went upstairs to BarCelona to contemplate my immediate future. I hadn’t seen Samantha for a while, so that would be another plus. Except she wasn’t there. A waitress who didn’t even know my name(!) brought me a beer and disappeared. And when I finished my beer she still hadn’t come back. I took the bottle out of the coozie so someone might notice it was empty, but no luck. When waving it around didn’t draw any attention, I gave up and went to the cashier to pay. Yeah, I could have gone to the bar to order, but why should I have to? BarCelona could be a great place to hang out, but it is very poorly managed. This is not the first time I’ve had service issues there. I doubt I’ll be back anytime soon.

Back on the street and still undecided about where to go, I started walking up the highway. Passed by It Doesn’t Matter and wasn’t feeling it, so I kept going. Hesitated at Blue Butterfly but didn’t stop. Ran into “mama” and gave her the usual100 pesos, but when another beggar approached, I rudely rejected her pleas. I was in a grumpy mood, but no excuse for that behavior. I felt bad enough to look for her later but she was gone. Shame on me.

I wound up at Hideaway and Joy gave me an enthusiastic welcome. I got one of the few seats left at the bar and Joy pulled up a stool beside me and grabbed some napkins to wipe the sweat off my neck, then gave me a nice back rub. That softened my mood and naturally, I rewarded her with lady drinks.

After three beers I was ready to move on. Next stop: Cheap Charlies. Yes, indeed, things are getting back to normal around here. Some “two-week millionaire” tourist had every girl in the bar surrounding him as he plied them with lady drinks. I noticed several of those were bottled beers that cost twice as much as the standard lady drink (I never buy doubles as a matter of principle, but will usually get the girl two singles. Yeah, that’s how I roll.) Anyway, there would be no company for me with the big spender present and I’m okay with that.

So, I just enjoyed the view of the Kalaklan ridge and remembered some of the nice hikes I’ve had up there. I’m overdue for a return visit.
And then I moved over to the other side of the bar to enjoy watching the sun go down.

So, even with all the girls busy with their benefactor, someone would always come by to bring me a refill on my beer. That’s the way it should be and something the staff at BarCelona should learn.

In a weird coincidence, while I’m drinking at Cheap Charlies I got a message from Samantha, the gal I had looked for at BarCelona. I hadn’t heard from her in a couple of weeks. As I suspected, she no longer worked there. Instead, she is now employed at The Green Room, a bar I very infrequently visit (I prefer the next-door venue, Wet Spot). She asked if I would come by and see her there and I promised that I would later on.

My next stop though was Hot Zone. I had a “buy one, get one” coupon I wanted to use. It was nice to see the girls on stage again even if there were only a couple of other customers present. It was still early for a Saturday and Hot Zone is more of a late-night venue. Not that I ever see late-night these days. Drank my two beers and treated my friendly waitress to a lady drink, then I was off to The Green Room.

Wow. The place was packed! I felt lucky to find an empty seat. Ordered a beer and a couple of GROs (guest relations officers) approached to ascertain if I might be interested in their company. I told them I was looking for Samantha, but they’d never heard of her. Hmm. About that time, Sam came over saying she hadn’t recognized me because I’d put on some weight. Thanks for noticing! Turns out, she’d only been working two days here and that’s why her co-workers didn’t know her name. About this time, the waitress from Sit-n-Bull came by. I ordered us a pizza to eat and share.

The girls all seem to enjoy the Hawaiian. Who am I to argue?

So, did a little drinking and caught up with Sam. The circumstances of her departure from BarCelona only confirmed my poor management thesis and convinced me they have no intention or desire to improve. And screwing an employee out of wages is completely unacceptable. Fuck them!

Me and Samantha.

It was time for me to go, and on the way out I popped into the CR (which is located in Wet Spot) to take a leak. As I was leaving Wet Spot, Daddy Dave (the owner of both venues) called me over to his table and bought me a beer. Always a pleasure to chat with him and get the lowdown on what’s happening in town. The big news is the SOB dance competitions will be starting up again soon. That’s always a fun way to spend an evening.

My 9:00 p.m. bedtime was fast approaching so I said my goodnights and headed home. Made a smoothie (banana/mango/pineapple) as my nightly treat and called it a day.

I do get asked too often when I expect to deliver the baby I’m carrying. Yeah, all that beer has to go somewhere. Can you imagine how I’d look if I wasn’t walking a couple of hours every day?

Oh well. Just me trying to make the best of things and doing what I do best.

And when you're looking for your freedom
(Nobody seems to care)
And you can't find the door
(Can't find it anywhere)
When there's nothing to believe in
Still you're coming back, you're running back
You're coming back for more

So put me on a highway
And show me a sign
And take it to the limit one more time