My energy and motivation levels are both running on empty. That’s probably because I had coughing fits that kept me awake most of the night. Still hocking up the yellowish phlegm. I’ll be paying a visit to Dr. Jo on Sunday afternoon (yeah, she maintains unusual office hours, works for me, though). Needless to say, I didn’t do a walk today, although I did take two naps. So far.
Last night I made my bi-weekly feeding journey to Hideaway Bar.Joy wanted pizza this time. Between her and the other girls, it was gone quickly.
Once my work was done at Hideaway, I headed back up the highway to my side of town. I had initially planned to review the relatively new Lux bar. Then I realized I had another “buy one, get one” coupon for the Green Room. Lux will have to wait for another day.
I did enjoy the company of three waitresses at my table, and one of them, Angie, tripped some of my triggers. Seeing as how we weren’t alone, I wasn’t able to get her story. I’ll definitely look for her on my next visit. I did buy the gals a pizza to go with their lady drinks, though.
As I mentioned up top, I had a shitty night once I got home, and today hasn’t been much better. But this too shall pass. And there were some reminders that it’s good to be alive.
The mountain widow I support sent me this photo thanking me for feeding her kids.The boy I sponsor for school in Bohol is a 5th grader now. His mom sent me a video of him reading a poem in class. It’s on FB, so it won’t embed here.
Also, so far this month, I’ve paid for meds for a bargirls sick mom in the province, a much-needed dental appointment for a Filipina friend’s son, rent for another friend, and a small refrigerator. And for the record, I’ve also said no to requests I deemed in violation of Rule #1 (don’t be a sucker). Anyway, it does make me feel good to help a little bit when I can.
One year ago today, I met the woman I was destined to fall in love with on a hike with the Wednesday Walkers. All I’ve got to show for it is the newest scar on my heart. I’m glad we are still friends, at least.
I stay away from engaging in politics here at LTG, for the most part, these days, but occasionally I come across something that needs to be shared. Glenn Greenwald is a liberal journalist. But he is also an honest man who tells it like it is. And today, he made a strong case that it is the left who have earned the fascist moniker. Lots of examples, but the one that really stands out for me is the collaboration between the government and social media companies to suppress speech, a clear violation of the Constitution’s First Amendment. And the press, which should be outraged by this violation of fundamental rights, are willing participants in this effort to silence viewpoints the left doesn’t like. Give it a read and tell me what you think.
That’s all for now, dear readers. I’ll be back with more tomorrow. You’ve been warned!
Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels
I don't know how to tell you all just how crazy this life feels
Look around for the friends that I used to turn to to pull me through
Looking into their eyes I see them running, too
Running on, running on empty
Running on, running blind
Running on, running into the sun
But I'm running behind
The better part of valor is discretion, in the which better part I have saved my life.
Sir John Falstaff in Henry IV, Part 1
Of course, in the context of that play, Falstaff’s discretion was acting cowardly. Regardless, I am alive to tell about yesterday’s Hash adventure, and that’s the most important thing, at least to me.
It rained most of the day, and then, as if by magic, the rain stopped and didn’t start again until we were safely On-Home at It Doesn’t Matter. But the damage had been done with the steep climbs and descents laid out by Vienna Sausage (Guenter) being a muddy and slippery mess. My usual wingman, Pubic Head, opted to stay on the pavement, saying that the planned trail was difficult enough on a dry day. The other members of the “sane” group had already departed, and I was loathe to make that steep climb on my own, given that my unfamiliarity with the area would make it hard to shortcut should I deem that necessary. I reluctantly decided to forego the trail as well.
I waited at the start until the scheduled 2 p.m. departure time for the sane group, expecting Black And Dick Her’s arrival. She turned out to be a no-show, so I headed out on my own pavement hike. I began on Abra Street, then circled back around randomly until I found myself on Rizal Extension. The Hare had said in his pre-hike briefing that the first part of his trail came down from the ridgeline, crossed Rizal, and then continued over another hill on the way to the On-Home venue. I decided to check that out and decide what to do from there.
When I found the trail again, I recognized this portion was one I had previously hiked, although my recollection was vague at best (pretty much like everything else in my garbled brain these days). But at least I had some familiarity which gave me the confidence to go forward, knowing I could always bail and go back the way I came. So off I went.
These days, when I hike alone, I keep things pretty flat in areas where other people reside. My nightmare is to take a plunge somewhere way up in the hills where no one would ever find me, and I’d suffer a slow, agonizing, and lonely death. Hey, I have a good imagination! But this trail started with steps and paved sidewalks, and when the concrete gave way to dirt (and mud), the climb wasn’t scary difficult, and there were no big dropoffs–even if I were to trip, the fall wouldn’t kill me. The higher I went, the more familiar my surroundings became, and at the top of the hill, I found myself on the well-known My Bitch trail. Now I had the confidence to continue on the Hare’s well-marked path the rest of the way On-Home. I also reminded myself that even if some tragedy were to befall me, the main body of Hashers were all coming from behind, and at least someone would find my corpse while it was still warm.
I successfully completed my journey to It Doesn’t Matter without a single trip or fall, just a couple of minor slips that kept me focused on the task at hand. It is certainly more fun to have some companions along on a hike, but I was kind of proud of myself for finding the courage to go it alone.
Here are some photos I took along the way:
The yellow line is the trail as intended by the Hare. The blue line is my valorous deviation.Yes, my trail was shorter, but then again, I walked to the start from my house, and that adds two or three kilometers to the total.The “sane” group before they departed without me.I started my personal trail on Abra Street, and then I came upon this. Fuck that. I circled back around to Rizal Extension in search of the second half of the Hare’s trail.At least Rizal wasn’t a muddy mess.What’s this? Why I do believe I am On-On!That’s it for Rizal; let’s see where we are going now…Sometimes you gotta go down to get back up. I was very careful on these algae-covered steps.I should have used my zoom for this shot, the creek was running high, and there was a bit of a waterfall back there.Steppin’ it up.Goodbye pavement, hello mud.Heading up with roots for a foothold. Thank you, Mother Nature!I didn’t expect the trail to lead me back to my old familiar My Bitch trail, but I’m glad it did. It gave me a chance to say hello to my mountain mama friend, Oliva, and bestow some cookies and candies.A rarely seen barbwire tree.Ah, seeing Easter mountain again made me feel a little less lonely.The view from here. Then I started hearing voices. English voices. I figured the first of the runners must be catching up.And sure enough, a few minutes later, here comes Leech My Nuggets and Anal Receptive.Another view of my little town.Steppin’ back down to Barretto. I was very careful on these as well. Anal Receptive reported that he took a fall coming down here. They may not look slippery, but don’t let that fool you.This was the first time we’d down an On-Home at It Doesn’t Matter. With 52 Hashers in attendance, it got a little cramped, but we kept it fun anyway.I didn’t encounter any rain on my trek, but we had a light shower at the circle.I didn’t take this photo; I assume it is one of Pubic Head’s. It is rare to see two exes at the same time (that’s Marissa and Jessa standing). But we are all friendly with one another, so no big deal. Jessa was there with her new love, and it was only her second Hash.
After the Hash, I took my drunken ass to Sit-n-Bull for some grub.
You can’t go wrong with the roast beef dip.
It turned out to be a better day than I expected. I’m glad I lived to tell about it!
And everything is wet. The streets here in the ‘hood have not been dry for so long that a thin and mostly invisible layer of algae has grown on the sides of the roads that don’t get trafficked. That shit is slick as ice, as I discovered on my dog walk this morning. Gotta be careful out there these days, even on the pavement.
Nice morning views, even on a slippery road.
Still off and on rain today, and we’ve got a Hash coming up. Guenter is the Hare, so I expect I’ll be fighting for my life on the muddy hills that await me.
That remains to be seen.
The hardest part about making a carrot cake:
Grating the carrots. My helper took the initiative and grated them for me.She also put the icing on the cake in my absence. I think she was motivated by wanting to eat some.
Turns out Joy didn’t get to experience my carrot cake yesterday. It took longer to bake than I anticipated, and I didn’t have time to let it cool enough so I could apply the frosting. I brought a package of Orea cookies instead, and she seemed happy with that.
Joy requested the Sit-n-Bull lasagna for her meal. I hope it tasted better than this photo makes it look. The other girls had the fried chicken from Chooks To Go.Joy said it was tasty.And she finished most of the large-size serving, so I guess it’s true.
After Hideaway, I visited Wet Spot and used my completed drink passport to my full advantage. Nothing tastes better than a free beer, and the half-price ones were pretty damn good as well.
Took a morning stroll out to the Jewel restaurant for breakfast.
The ham and cheese omelet hit the spot.
Next up, surviving today’s Hash. I’ll tell you about it tomorrow. Maybe.
Wow, three posts in one day. What’s up with that? Well, the other posts were about bars, and now it’s time for your daily dose of me. So here goes.
It wouldn’t be a post about me if it didn’t include me in a bar. Of course, I only visit the bars on days that end in “y,” and SaturdaY qualifies. Actually, I had intended to go to Whiskey Girl. It was raining when I left the house, so I didn’t take the dirt path shortcut; instead, I walked out to the highway. When I reached the highway, the owner of Snackbar across the road saw me and beckoned me to come over. I waved and kept on walking. But then I had a change of heart, deciding to have just “one” as a friendly gesture. I wound up staying until my quitting time, a little before nine. I honestly can’t remember the last time I stayed in the same bar for the entire length of my outing. Well, they do have a cute and friendly staff that was pampering me. In return, I ordered in some food and provided beverages in the form of lady drinks. Then, my pal Ron showed up; I got drafted as the DJ and was having a good time, so why bother leaving?
Up bright and early at my usual 0400 to face another rainy day. This latest storm has been a little tricky–the sun peaks through the clouds, and you think it’s safe to walk your dogs without bringing an umbrella. And then, once you reach the furthest point from your house, it starts pouring down rain again. Oh well, that’s the way it goes.
I baked up a batch of cranberry muffins to warm myself after the drenching.
Tasty they were.Then I noticed I had a can of cranberry sauce on the shelf, and it seemed only natural to make that my side dish.
After my carby hearty breakfast, it was time to brave the rain for my morning walk. I did arm myself with an umbrella this time. Since I needed to stay on the pavement, I decided to trek out to Subic town to empty the ATM. I got the cash without issue, but on the walk back home, my feet got soaked wading through huge puddles on the shoulder of the highway.
It was a good long (for me) walk under adverse conditions.
Got home safe and sound, took a nap, and worked on the previously mentioned posts. Now I need to bake a carrot cake as part of the feeding I have scheduled at Hideaway bar tonight.
I’m also happy to announce that all my hard work is paying off.
Yesterday, I walked the length of Barretto on the National Highway, from the 7/11 on Baloy Beach road to the Arizona Resort at Rizal Street. That’s a distance of 1.15 kilometers. Then I crossed the highway and walked back in the opposite direction. The purpose of this walk was to document all the bars in preparation for creating a series of posts here at LTG suggesting various “bar crawls,” as requested by some of my readers. That sounds like a fun idea; I’m especially looking forward to the test drives.
One tool I’m going to need for this endeavor is a good map of the bar district area in order to show the location of various bars. I tracked the bar trek on the “Map My Walk” app, and it gave me this:
Not a lot of detail.
So, I converted it to a satellite image:
Hello down there! Seems too far away for my purposes.
Another app I sometimes use is Relive. It creates a video from the data recorded at Map My Walk.
https://www.relive.cc/view/vRO7gELekKO
This particular video is not all that useful since it doesn’t show all the bars I photographed (for more than eight images, I have to pay for the premium service). It should be nice for the actual bar crawls, though. But when you scroll down below the photos under the video, it shows “activity on map” that looks like this:I think this is something I could work with. Now I just need to figure out a way to show individual bars on the map. Does anyone out there have any suggestions for the best way to do that?
Anyway, I’m making progress. Here are the photos I took of the bars:
Snackbar (aka “Snatchbar) is next to the 7/11 at Baloy road and the National highway. This is where Barretto begins as you move in the direction of Olongapo City.Kamto Restobar, or as some of us like to call it, Cameltoe.The Outback Billabong bar.Next up was Whiskey Girl Bar.Then comes Adam’s.Literally right below Adam’s (see the steps on the right) is Lux bar. This is one of the newer bars I haven’t reviewed yet. I’ll get to it soon, I promise!Palm Tree is a hotel, but also features a large bar on the second floor.Rock Lobster is one of the hotel bars at Mango’s.Mango’s also has a beach bar in the back that I sometimes frequent.Next comes Thumbstar, a girly bar with rooms available upstairs.I’m a frequent visitor to Cheap Charlies, up on the third floor.Then you have the Annex bar, one of only two bars that were open during my early morning (around 9 a.m.) jaunt.The recently reviewed Chill bar.Mugshots, the newest bar in town.And then another new venue, Bar Barretto.Blue Butterfly.MacArthur’sThe other early opening bar is Dynamite Dick’s.The Hideaway bar is halfway up this alley on the left. And then you have Redz Pub at the Arizona Resort hotel.
That’s the end of the road in this direction as far as Barretto bars go. Now it is time to cross the highway and head back in the opposite direction towards Subic.
First up is John’s Sushi and Steak. I frequently post about my dining experiences here, but John also has an open-air bar upstairs on the third floor. I still need to review that one too.Not as many bars on this side of the road, three or four blocks up from John’s is It Doesn’t Matter, currently #1 on my bar ranking list.Then you have Voodoo.And right next door, Bottoms Up.Hot Zone, which advertises itself as being “somewhere between purgatory and hell.”The Green Room, one of reader Dave’s bars.And Wet Spot is the other one Dave owns.Not a bar, but smack dab in the middle of the bar district. Sit-n-Bull also has a waitress on patrol in Wet Spot and Green Room, so hungry drinkers don’t have to leave the bar for grub.Alaska Club is next on the road.And right next door to Alaska is Sloppy Joe’s, another bar pending review.Alley HIdeout, where I used to play darts before going on hiatus.Then you have Rosie’s.Johansson’s recently re-opened after a two-year closure. Still no signage to photograph, so I settled for this shy waitress.And finally, the last bar on this side of the road, Queen Victoria.
Whew. I don’t know about you, but I’m tired. I honestly can’t imagine anyone doing a “one drink” in every bar thing. Maybe one until you drop, and whoever gets the furthest is the winner. That sounds a little dangerous, though.
My thinking is to craft some themed bar crawls that will emphasize having a good time doing what you enjoy. Stay tuned; it’s a work in progress.
I have updated my bar rankings based on additional visits, other information, and overall impressions. I’m not sure how much value these rankings hold because the reality is they are nothing more than my subjective opinions based on my personal bar preferences. For example, BarCelona has many of the qualities I look for in a bar, but it seems every time I’ve been, the service sucks. Girly bars aren’t really my thing, but I’m sure others would find Thumbstar quite acceptable. My issues there are more personal–I don’t care for the management. So, take them for what they are worth; your mileage may vary.
I will continue to update as needed periodically. Also, I plan to revisit each bar to see if things have changed for better or worse since my previous visits. I will then re-rank them accordingly.
Another wet one yesterday, but life goes on, and into each life, some rain must fall.
The Friday walking group didn’t let a little precipitation keep us from our scheduled jaunt. We did confine ourselves to the relative safety of the pavement, dodging cars instead of raindrops. I’ll post the photos from that endeavor at the end of this post.
After the hike, I decided to try something new for lunch. It has been months since I fired up the grill, but I had defrosted some pork chop steaks, and it was time to give them a whirl.
I had a bottle of Hawaiian marinade on the shelf, so I soaked them in that for a couple of hours, then put ’em on the grill.I don’t recall ever actually grilling pork chops, but I treated them like a beef steak, turning them over periodically to avoid overcooking. Well, I wanted them cooked through, just not burned.On the plate with some broccoli in cheese sauce and garlic bread. Honestly, they came out bland tasting to me. I’m not sure what seasonings they use at Mango’s to give them that robust flavor, but mine, while perfectly edible, was not nearly as tasty.
It was a rainy afternoon, and when the time came to head to Voodoo for the SOB, I was thankful for my umbrella. Voodoo doesn’t open until 5:00, and I arrived a little after 4:00, so I hung out at Cheap Charlies while I waited.
Voodoo is in that grey building across the street, so I could keep my eye on things and see when they opened the doors.
Naturally, I took care of my regular CC girls, but I was drinking slowly, knowing I had a long night of imbibing ahead of me. As I did last week, I switched to San Mig Zero to moderate the rate of alcohol consumption. When I saw Voodo was opening, I paid my tab, said goodnight to the ladies (there were three of them), and made my dash across the rain slickened highway.
The last time I visited Voodoo was for the SOB over a month ago. Josie, the gal who kept me company on that occasion, latched onto me as soon as I walked through the door.
She’s actually pretty sweet. After we’d been sitting there a while, she looked at me, touched my neck, and asked if I’d been feeling ill. Well, yes, as a matter of fact. Weird that she could tell just by looking at me. Anyway, she said let me give you a back massage, and she had a nice, relaxing, gentle touch.
Voodoo is the smallest SOB venue of them all, and it was packed by the time the competition began. It was good that I arrived early to secure a comfortable seating location.
The dancers from the seven competing bars on stage.
The results:
Alaska Club finished third.Second place went to Wet Spot.And the home bar was the champion–congrats to the Voodoo girls.
The Aftermath party was at Hot Zone. I stayed there until about 9:30, and that was all I could muster. Caught a trike outside and finished my rainy night out on the town still standing.
Up this morning, ready to tackle a new day. Had the leftover fixin’s from yesterday’s burrito, so I decided to put them where they belonged: in my belly. I was bragging in yesterday’s post about learning how to brown my tortilla in the frying pan, but my foodie commenter, Kevin Kim, pointed out I was still doing it wrong. I’m supposed to fry the whole damn burrito, not just the tortilla. Well, my problem is I like to overfill the tortilla with so much goodness that it can’t be rolled properly, and there is always some spillage. This morning, I cut back on the insides and made it look like an actual burrito.
Into the skillet with you then.Maybe just a little too much brown, but still not bad for my first try. The meat had been in the fridge, and the browning process wasn’t enough to completely warm it up, so next time I’ll heat the meat before I put it in the tortilla.
Yesterday, commenter James suggested I map out some potential bar crawls for like-minded readers here. Sounds like fun to me. Of course, I’m going to need to learn a thing or two about making maps, but I’m sure there’s a way, even for a techno-peasant like me. The first step in that endeavor was to use my morning walk to take a picture of each Barretto bar. They are all on the National Highway, and thanks to my Map My Walk app, I know that the whole of Barretto along the highway is a mere 1.15 kilometers in length. The app also provided me with a rudimentary map that I could work with as a start. I’ll be doing a post about those efforts in more detail tomorrow.
When I left the house this morning, it was not raining, and I neglected to take my umbrella. I soon came to regret that oversight. I don’t mind walking in light rain, but a downpour is just too damn uncomfortable. Heading up the highway, the skies opened, and I rushed to take refuge in one of the two bars that are open during the morning hours–Dynamite Dick’s.
I sat on the front porch of Dick’s and enjoyed a hot cup of black coffee while I waited for the rain to die down some. Dick showed up a few minutes later, followed by Griff, the Hideaway Bar manager. That helped pass the time.
As is his custom, Dick gave me a chit for a free drink, but I respectfully declined his kind offer. The rain had let up, and it was time to complete my mission. Arizona Resort is at the end of the bar district in this direction, so I turned off my app, crossed the highway, turned on the app again, and walked back, documenting the bars on that side of the road. About the time I reached Sit-n-Bull, the skies opened up again, and I took shelter inside.
I felt obligated to buy something while I waited out the rain, so I indulged my sweet tooth with a miniature cherry cheesecake pie.
I also enjoyed a nice chat with owner Ron about the local bar scene. He’s happy to be strictly in the restaurant business these days.
Finished the last bar on this side of the road (Queen Victoria), then decided to head back home even though I was nowhere near my step goal for the day. Walking in the rain is overrated, and sure enough, it started pouring again before I reached my house. Oh well, at least I was able to put on dry clothes.
Here are some photos from yesterday’s hike: (just a reminder, as always, photo credit to Scott for many of these)
Our course of action. I bailed on the group in San Isidro and took the back way into Alta Vista.Once a shortcutter, always a shortcutter, I suppose.Our band of weather beaters. Actually, we were fortunate that the rain held off for most of the hike.Yours truly leading the way up the highway.And the rest of the group.We walked the streets in Santa Monica, getting us off the highway for a while.Subdivision walking may not be all that exciting, but at least we were out and about.And there is beauty to be found there.Santa Monica is notorious for flooding during rainy season. We were lucky to have clear streets yesterday.Can anyone identify that mountain?Entering Sierra Hills, another subdivision.Trudging along on the Govic Highway.It’s a scenic highway in places.And much nicer when traffic is light.A well-stocked sari-sari store.That rice doesn’t plant itself.Hard work, it appears backbreaking to me.Workin for a livin Workin for a livin Workin for a livin, livin and workin I’m taking what they giving ’cause I’m working for a living.San Isidro here I come.In them old rice fields back home.Sees ya later.
My Saturday night is rapidly approaching. I’m planless and clueless. That could make things interesting. Tune in tomorrow to find out what happens.
Since I stole some Huey Lewis lyrics, the least I can do is post the video of his song.
Sure does seem that way sometimes here in the Philippines.
I just keep plugging away and making the best of each day I have left in this so-called life of mine. I ain’t complaining. Much. I do what I please when I please, and I’m getting better at not caring about the things I’m powerless to change. There is freedom in that attitude, and I’m going to embrace it as much as I am able.
Ha! Brave words, I know. And it might appear that my reality is not always in accordance with my objectives. But I take comfort in my routines, and I’m always keeping my eyes open for the next big thing. In the meantime, this is what I’ve been up to:
My Thursday solo walk. A lot slower than I was on Wednesday. I didn’t make it all the way back home, either. I was tired as I approached Alta Vista, and a trike driver called out, “ride, sir?” I didn’t have the energy to resist his entreaty.
I only took one photo on the hike. I was doing my standard walk through the Naugsol valley when I noticed the landscape had recently changed.
There used to be a trail here. I couldn’t find a walk around, so I plunged in. Took a couple of steps, then wound up in water over my knees. It sucked, but I made it through.
A quiet afternoon at home, then it was time to see what was happening in my little town. I started out at It Doesn’t Matter, where I usually find a friendly face or two. Yesterday it was Chris and his lovely lady. As I was sitting there, my gaze turned towards the bar across the street named Chill. It opened a few months ago, and I’d never been there before. With nothing better to do, I decided I’d visit and write up a review. You can read about the experience here.
When I was done Chill-ing, I moved on to Wet Spot. They were just opening up when I arrived, so I had the honor of being the first customer. They have a promotion called the “passport,” and every time you buy a drink, you get a mark on your card. After six drinks, you get a free drink, and for the remainder of the night, all your drinks are half-price. The passport is also honored in the Green Room venue. Welp, my passport was full, so I settled in to get my money’s worth. During the course of my evening, I had a nice chat with Brett, the manager, about bands we had seen live in the 70s and 80s (he’s also a California boy). Then Jeff, the owner of Treasure Island, arrived, followed shortly after by Wet Spot owner Dave and one of my neighbors here in Alta Vista. It was a good evening of socializing with some folks other than bargirls. Although Aine, my regular who’d been missing in action during my last couple of visits, wound up making an appearance.
Oh, and I ordered a pizza from Sit-n-Bull next door. Ate what I wanted and had the waitress share it with her co-workers. Yep, that’s me. Always feeding the hungry. *ahem*
I went home a little drunker than normal, but at least my trike driver made it all the way to the house. I was still in good enough condition to concoct a batch of strawberry-banana smoothies that I enjoyed with my helper.
I’m still dealing with some lung issues, nothing as severe as the other day, but I did wake up at 3 a.m. wheezing, so I got up to use my nebulizer and started my day a little earlier than normal.
It was a rainy morning, and Lucky said, “fuck that,” refusing his daily walk. Buddy doesn’t care; sniffing the smells on the streets of the neighborhood is his favorite part of the day.
Silly Lucky. There was a break in the rain, and me and Buddy didn’t get wet at all.
I still had an hour before the Friday group hike, so I decided to spend some time in the kitchen. It seemed like a good morning for a burrito breakfast.
Seasoned ground beef.Kevin Kim had told me in a comment here that I should put the tortilla in a frying pan and brown it a bit (I usually just warm them up in the microwave right out of the package). Wow! It really did make a tasty difference. Thanks, Kevin!The other fixin’s: salsa, shredded cheese, tomato, green onion, and lettuce.Put it all together, and Yum!
I’ll post about the hike tomorrow. Time for me now to shower up and prepare for this week’s SOB. It’s being held at Voodoo, a smallish venue, so I don’t want to be late.
Maybe this explains why I’m single–I need to be ready to answer the call!
And if you said, "This life ain't good enough."
I would give my world to lift you up
I could change my life to better suit your mood
Because you're so smooth
And it's just like the ocean under the moon
It's the same as the emotion that I get from you
You got the kind of loving that can be so smooth, yeah.
Gimme your heart, make it real
Or else forget about it
Chill, another relatively new addition to the Barretto bar lineup
It’s been several months now since Chill first opened its doors but yesterday was my first visit. I had heard enough to know it was one of “those” kinds of bars that just aren’t my thing. I guess this is a good time to remind readers that my reviews and rankings are based on my personal likes and preferences. Which is to say, just because a particular bar leaves me cold (or chilled, as it were) doesn’t mean there is anything wrong with it or that your impressions may be the opposite of mine; to each his own.
So, here’s my take on Chill. It is very small inside. That’s not a bad thing necessarily, but other than sitting at the bar sipping a drink or snuggling with one of several bargirls, there’s not much else to see or do.
Granted, those lounge chairs do look pretty comfortable.The drink menu.The bargirls on tap last night. Yes, I bought them each a lady drink.What’s behind the curtain? A passage to the massage shop next door. The girls are also available for takeout, something I don’t personally partake in.Geena was my favorite.
And that’s really all there is to the place. Buy the girls a drink, get a massage, or negotiate an evening out of the bar, short or long time, depending on what you want to spend. I suppose you could just sit at the bar and drink a reasonably priced beer, but my impression is that’s not what this bar is designed for.
Chill is located across the highway from It Doesn’t Matter, so it’s easy to find. From my perch at IDM, I do see customers coming and going, so I suppose they are doing alright. I was the only customer last night, but it was still early in the evening.
A wet day, for the most part, yesterday, and another big typhoon-driven storm is on the way. There’s a little umbrella icon at the bottom of my screen saying “rain coming.” It’s a little disconcerting because I’m sitting here wondering if it’s gonna get here before I head into town. Oh well, that’s rainy season for you.
Our planned mountain hike for the Wednesday Walkers was scuttled, and instead, we walked the wet streets and alleys of Barretto. It looked like this:
A brisk 7K walk met our needs. I rarely get under twelve minutes a kilometer.I also did a couple of extra Ks getting to the starting point from my house.The hardy group who braved the rain.Two others arrived after this photo.And we are off!Wet and wild.I was taking a pee here, so decided to snap a photo of the creek.An Alta Vista shot as I finished my hike.
A quietly unproductive afternoon, then it was time to start my Wednesday evening activities. Had some food intake at John’s place:
Had a hankering for the pulled pork sandwich. I misunderstood when the waitress asked if I wanted “fries or chips,” thinking the chips were those round-cut potatoes. Oh, well. I’m not a big guacamole fan, but the stuff served with my chips was about the best I’ve ever tasted.
It was feeding night at Hideaway Bar, so I ordered John’s Korean-style chicken wings and some rice for the girls.
I’d baked up a batch of brownies before leaving home.The chicken.The rice.The satisfaction on Joy’s face.
With my mission completed and after a few drinks, I headed out for new venues. One of those was the newest bar in town called Mugshots. I posted a review of my first impressions here.
I had a coupon (buy a lady drink, get a customer drink) that was ready to expire, so I went to Green Room to use it. Those coupons are dangerous and don’t really save you any money. I think the bar owners know that, right, Dave? Anyway, I pampered the new waitress and her boss and caught a pretty good buzz consuming those “free” drinks. So, I headed out with the intention of going home.
Once outside, I got bit by the “just one more” bug, so I made my way up the highway to Cameltoe. Had a final drink with the lovely ladies there (they got one, too), and then a trike pulled up in the driveway right in front of where I was sitting. I don’t know if someone called it or if it was divine intervention, but it seemed like a good time to go, and so I did. There is a big hill to climb just before reaching my house, and some of the weaker trikes can’t make the grade, so to speak. We did top the hill successfully, but then the trike died and wouldn’t restart. I wasn’t far from the house, but I felt bad for the trike driver being stuck up there in the dark. I waited a bit, then gave him an extra 50 pesos (total of 150) to ease his pain. Last I saw, he was pushing the trike. At least it was mostly downhill.
While I was waiting to see if the trike would restart, I noticed the moon looked kind of interesting.
Except for some reason, I can never get a good moonshot on my phone camera.I tried a zoom shot, and at least you can see the moon, but it lost the context that made it look interesting to my drunken eyes. Oh well.
A short walk home from where the trike died, and that was the end of my night.
I found this and shared it on the Hash FB page. It doesn’t matter how you get there as long as you arrive.
Welcome to Mugshots. I popped in yesterday evening on their third day of operation. It is located on the National Highway, directly across the street from the Catholic church in the same block as Bar Barretto. It is on the small side of the bar spectrum here but is well-appointed and comfortable. The space was formerly a bar named Wild Paradise, which has been closed for over three years now. The new owner has done a complete remodel and did a very nice job of it.
A view from my seat at the bar. The bar staff was very friendly and happy to chat. The head bartender (Shawn) gave me a warm welcome, answered all my questions, and made me feel right at home, even as a first-time visitor.
I was drinking soda and gin, but bottled beers are priced at 80 pesos. They didn’t have Zero in stock, and when I told Shawn it was a popular choice for many expats, he promised to order some.
In addition to the bar, there is this small seating section with several tables and chairs.
I neglected to take a photo, but there is also outdoor seating with a view of the highway. That’s probably where I will spend most of my time on future visits.
There is also a kitchen and a limited menu available. Haven’t tried the food out yet, but maybe next time.
There is also this small stage with acoustic performances offered at various times throughout the day.
To my surprise, it is also used for videoke (karaoke) performances. I admit to being dismayed when I saw a young woman go up on stage and grab the microphone. I braced myself for the usual high-volume screeching you have to endure in a videoke bar but was pleasantly surprised that the music was kept at a reasonable volume. Shawn and I were actually able to carry on our conversation at the bar while she sang. I complimented him on this unusual way of letting people sing their hearts out without bothering the other customers. I asked if they had portable microphones for people to sing from the tables, and he said no, only on stage. I like that too.
Some of the wall decorations. That Mona Lisa poster depicts her enjoying a mug of beer and a foamy upper lip.
Has anyone noticed what’s missing? I asked Shawn if they were going to hire waitresses or Guest Relations Officers (GROs) to provide company for lonely customers. He said there were no plans to do so; it’s not that kind of bar. Interesting. I think there are only a couple of other bars in town that take that approach, hope it works out for them. Regular readers know that I regularly partake in the “I buy lady drink, you pretend to like me” charade, but it might be nice to have a venue where I won’t be bothered if I just want to drink alone.
They did have a couple of folks out on the street enticing folks to come inside and see the bar. This one invited me by name. I asked how do you know me, and s/he (I assume s/he’s what is called a Tomboy) and s/he said, “don’t you remember? I used to work on the Arizona floating bar.” Ah, yeah. That’s right. In my defense, the haircut back then wasn’t so obvious, although I assumed s/he was lesbian.If I’m wrong about that or used the wrong pronouns, I apologize.
Anyway, this looks to be a great new addition to the bar lineup. I’m definitely up for a future visit to hear some live music at an appropriate volume. And hell, if I am drunk enough, I might even get up there a sing during videoke time.
The current rankings (still need to make adjustments for previously reviewed bars. I’ll get to it soon, I promise!)
Shopping day yesterday, and I continue to be astounded by the way prices on things I enjoy continue to rise. Let’s take a look at some American beef, shall we?
Angus tenderloin, anyone? A steal at $64.25 a kilo. By steal, I mean the only way that’s going home with me is if I shoplift it.
I also took a look at their ribeyes:
There are two in each of those packages, but they are half the size of the one I bought at John’s. I guess I won’t be grilling many beef steaks for a while.
Speaking of eating, two months into my beer reduction diet and today’s weigh-in shows that I have achieved a one-pound INCREASE in weight. Hmm. Maybe eating a half-gallon of ice cream in one setting isn’t such a good idea.
Yep, there’s just more of me to love.
In other news, I had a bit of a scare yesterday afternoon. I was getting a massage, and during the “happy ending” portion, I lost my ability to breathe. Well, technically, I was breathing, but my damaged lungs apparently couldn’t absorb any oxygen from the air intake. I reached for my inhaler, but it didn’t seem to help. It was the worst attack I’ve had since being diagnosed with COPD several years ago. People joke about wanting to die doing something they love but going from carnal bliss to the edge of unconsciousness was no laughing matter for me. I put on some shorts and rushed to my desk to fire up my nebulizer. After a couple of minutes of inhaling those salbutamol sulfate vapors, the capillaries in my lungs finally opened up, and I could breathe again. I apologized to my masseuse for the abrupt ending and sent her home. Damn, I hope that never happens again!
Nothing really special about my evening out. I baked up some brownies and brought some chocolate to the gals at Snackbar as a thank-you for their kindness on my birthday. Bought them all a drink and had a couple myself, then headed down to Hot Zone to use the 500 peso voucher I won at last week’s SOB. Once that mission was completed, I dropped into Green Room and bought the new girl there a drink. Then I made my way home nicely buzzed.
I saw this on Facebook, and it gave me a chuckle. That’s the norm in these parts. Almost everyone here is old enough to be retired, and almost all the women are young enough to be our daughters (or granddaughters). What are you going to do?
My first thought when I saw the above was that forty years does seem like a pretty extreme gap. Then I did the math and realized that anyone twenty-seven or below is 40+ years younger than me. Now, I do gravitate to the gals in their 30s, but tonight I’ll be feeding Joy, who, if memory serves, is twenty-three. Oh well, that’s only forty-four years. And who’s counting? After all, age is just a number.
Well, you can rock it you can roll it
You can stop and you can stroll it at the Hash
When its muddy and you're spinnin'
You keep on movin' when you're feelin' chicken at the Hash
Doing the trail the way you like it all throughout the nation at the Hash
Ah, let's go to the Hash
Let's go to the Hash, (oh baby)
Let's go to the Hash, (oh baby)
Let's go to the Hash
Come on, let's go to the Hash
Well, you can swing it you can groove it
You can really start to move it at the Hash
Where the paths are the smoothest
And the hiking is the coolest at the Hash
All the dudes and the gashes get their kicks at the Hash
Let's go!
Let's go to the Hash
Let's go to the Hash, (oh baby)
Let's go to the Hash, (oh baby)
Let's go to the Hash
Come on, let's go to the Hash
Let's go!
My sincerest apologies to Danny & the Juniors for my bastardization of their hit “At the Hop,” a song nearly as old as I am. I don’t know what got into me. And no, it wasn’t drugs.
I actually rather enjoyed yesterday’s Hash trail. Well, as much as you can enjoy heavy breathing and becoming a hot, sweaty mess. Hmm, that sounds almost like passionate lovemaking. To be clear, the trail was NOT that satisfying! Still, we did a comfortably short 6K jaunt from Calapadayan to Baloy Beach. My version featured a steady but not too steep climb in the beginning, a relatively gentle downhill, then a mostly flat valley walk. There was second climb to the top of Black Rock, but I opted to go around rather than over that one. Finished with a pavement walk through Matain where we caught a banca boat across the river to the shores of Baloy. A pleasant beach walk led to our On-Home at Da’Kudos. All in all, one of the better trails we’ve done recently. It had been a while since we’ve hiked that area, so it was a nice change of scenery too.
Here’s a slew of pictures, you decide:
The trail we trudged.Gathering up at the starting point.And we are off!The trail did get a little jungley in places.On-Up!A different perspective on Easter mountain.I didn’t know that the trail was leading to Black Rock when I snapped this photo. I enjoy climbing Black Rock (when it is dry) but prefer going up from the opposite direction–much less steep. I chose to do a walk around instead.Look at me go!A relatively easy down.It’s nice to have your girl along to tie your shoelaces.Sometimes the light comes shining on me…Now which way to I go?There was one stream crossing that required getting wet feet.Although Captain Hook played hero and carried a couple of the girls across.Oh shit! Now what do I do? Walk around it, you say? Oh, yeah. That will work!Some cookie tasters.Some of those who braved the climb up Black Rock.It’s more fun going down this way than up.On the lonely road leading On-Home.Passing through a little neighborhood.It was bath day for these folksat the water well.Over the river to Baloy.Let’s go to the beach!A sandy walk.A bit of Korea on shore.Girls in the water.Girls on the beach.Lovely ladies, no ifs, ands, or butts about it.Da’Kudos, our On-Home venue.Hashers doing what they do best. That’s why we are known as a drinking club with a hiking problem.I had a roast chicken salad and chicken fingers for dinner.The Subic Bay Hash House Harriers.“It’s nice on ice”The traditional honor ceremony for achieving 69 Hash runs.Oh, and someone had a birthday so the Hash made him a cake. I’m glad that only happens once a year!What’s Up Doc gave me this coffee mug as a birthday gift.And so the sun sets on another Hash Monday.
Fixed me a Sunday breakfast to start the day. That’s newsworthy because lately, my lazy ass has just been pouring milk over cereal.
I didn’t say it was anything special. Looking at the pic just now, I realize I forgot to add salsa to my scrambled eggs. Damn, I could be the president!
Then I got a message from Julie asking if she and her friend could join me on my morning hike. Sure, the more, the merrier. My standard Sunday hike is a flat valley walk, but Julie said they preferred the hills but with beginner-level difficulty. I deemed the My Bitch trail pretty much fit that description. We met up at the entrance to Alta Vista and headed for the hills.
Julie (on the right) and her friend Karen. Yes, that’s one of the rare white women you see in these parts. I understand she lives and works in Manila and was here for a getaway from the big city. I thought Karen had an English accent, but she said she had lived in England but was born in France. I blurted out the only French I know, “ferme la bouche,” and she didn’t have much to say after that. Go figure.My first cookie delivery was to these folks working hard doing their laundry with the creek water.I introduced my guests to Easter mountain.Mountain mama Olivia’s goats.A vista near the end of My Bitch.
I gave the gals the option of going down to the valley, which would likely require getting their feet wet, doing another moderate hill climb, or walking the pavement on Rizal Extension back to town. They opted for the latter. I treated them to lunch at Sit-n-Bull, and when I turned off my tracker, I saw that our hike was exactly 7K.
Our stats.
Once I got back home, I did a couple more episodes of Manifest. Almost to the end of Season 3 now, and there is no resolution in sight. There will be a fourth and final season, but it is not yet available. I’m interested enough to want to see how they pull this together for a logical conclusion. It’s taken a bit of a turn into religion, with the US government playing the role of Satan. That’s my take so far, at least. Stay tuned.
And then it was time for my workout.
Exercising my liver, that is.
But I also had promised myself a steak dinner for my birthday, so John’s place was my first stop. John was there, and we had a nice chat. He was running a weekend steak special, but it was New Zealand beef. I wanted a good ol’ American ribeye. I got to pick out my steak; John weighed it, added the 350 peso cooking charge, then gave me a 10% “birthday discount.” Thanks for that! It still came out to almost 2000 pesos, $35.00 at the current exchange rate.
It was huge and about as close to perfectly grilled as any steak I’ve ever enjoyed. Tender, juicy, and delicious. At that price, though, it will be a rare treat. Still, I’m only going to be 67 once, so why not enjoy it?Speaking of the exchange rate, a record high of 56+ pesos to the dollar. Takes a little of the edge off the crazy inflation we are experiencing. Let’s hope the dollar holds up.
I also ordered the fish tacos at John’s for takeout. Got those for Joy and stopped at Chooks To Go to get a box of fried chicken for the other girls at Hideaway.
Joy’s tacos.Joy’s reaction to her tacos.Joy eating her tacos.
After Hideaway, I made a stop at the Green Room. Marissa has just started working as a waitress there. I welcomed her with a couple of lady drinks and wished her well. The hours are 4:00 p.m. until closing (usually around 2 a.m.), so I don’t envy her that.
Yes, I’ve noticed that.
I woke up this morning, and there was a male lying in bed next to me.
I guess he was feeling Lucky.
Did my Monday morning 5K beach walk on Baloy.
It had been a couple of weeks since I’d enjoyed the bay.
And now it’s time to get ready for another Hash Monday. Today’s trail is starting out in Subic, and I’ll be taking a Jeepney to get there. I know where the trail begins, but several others don’t, so they’ll be meeting me at 7/11 to tag along. I just hope we can find room in a Jeepney for us all.
I’ll tell you how it goes tomorrow.
When you know she's no high climber
Then you find your only friend
In a room with your two timer
And you're sure you're near the end
Then you love a little wild one
And she brings you only sorrow
All the time you know she's smilin'
You'll be on your knees tomorrow
You go back, Jack, do it again
Wheel turnin' 'round and 'round
You go back, Jack, do it again
And so do I. I completed my 67th journey around the sun today. My plan is to make that trip a few more times before I give it a rest. Wish me luck!
I’m happy to report I’m having a pain-free birthday. Even got off my lazy ass and walked almost 10K today. I’ve still got my evening bar crawl steps to add in, so I’m back on track in that regard.
Everything went fine at the SOB. I’ll share photos once the sponsor posts them. This week the top three were Wet Spot, Alaska, and Hot Zone. At least, as far as I recall. I made it a beer night again to make sure I maintained the proper amount of control. And balance. It must have worked.
UPDATE: Here are some photos:
Hot Zone took 3rd place.Alaska took 2nd.Alaska always puts on a good show.This week’s champions: Wet Spot. A spectacular show, maybe the best performance I’ve seen at an SOB.Wet Spot was on fire!Green Room didn’t make the top three this week, but this gal caught my eye and triggered my imagination.
Marissa has moved back to Barretto from Manila, and I invited her to see the show. Seemed a little bit like old times. Turns out she knows the manager from Green Room, and he’s wanting to hire a couple of waitresses. Looks like she’s found a job, and that made me glad I extended the invitation.
Otherwise, everything is what it always is around here. I’m planning to treat myself to a steak dinner at John’s place to start my evening, then hit a few of my favorite bars. I heard from one of the gals at Snatchbar that they have a cake for me, so I’ll need to make that one of my stops tonight.
I’ve been surprised by all the birthday greetings and messages popping up from my Facebook friends, almost 100 so far. I guess I’m not as alone as I sometimes feel. Now, if I could just find a worthy girlfriend. Luckily, I’m still young (at heart) and gwapo. I just need to give it some time.
So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty sixty-seven
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true
There'll be new dreams maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
I didn’t do my walk routine yesterday. I used my toothache as an excuse, but I’m sure it wouldn’t have hurt more if I’d gone out and done something healthy. Instead, I binge-watched Manifest. I’m well into season three now. It’s okay enough that I continue to watch, and I understand that telling a consistent story in an episodic fashion is a complex undertaking. That’s probably why I like movies better; you get the whole shebang from beginning to end in a couple of hours. Anyway, watching filled the hours with something besides the pain in my mouth.
I did have an afternoon visit from Joy, who helped distract me from my misery.
Thanks for coming!
After Joy left, I headed into town. First stop was a drop-in visit to my dentist. I told him the Advil wasn’t doing much to dull my pain and asked if he could prescribe something more potent. He gave me a prescription for two different painkillers–one to take in the morning and one before bed. He also gave me the name of an over-the-counter pill I could take as needed between the other meds. I stocked up at the pharmacy and then began my self-medication journey.
It works for whatever ails you!
Had a couple of drinks at It Doesn’t Matter, waiting for 6:00 p.m. to roll around. My friend Bhel joined me there and then accompanied me to Whiskey Girl to help me use my 500 peso voucher (it was the last night before it expired). We accomplished that mission, but it was still too early for me to go home, so we crossed the highway for a visit with Queen Victoria.
Bhel knew one of the waitresses there, so I invited her to join us at the bar and bought her a lady drink.
Bhel is in the foreground with her friend Narissa.
I knew a waitress too, and it only seemed fair for her to join me too.
Nice to see you again, Tin Tin. Although judging by her expression, maybe that wasn’t a mutual feeling.
I left Bhel in the safekeeping of her friend and headed home to take the bedtime painkiller. I woke up at 0300 with the pain flaring again and gave up trying to sleep more.
Lucky was sleeping just fine.And so was Buddy.
I took one of the daytime painkillers, did my internet routine, and then swallowed one of the “in-between” pills. That dulled the pain enough that I was able to catch a morning nap. I bailed on the Friday hike, though, again as much out of laziness as pain. Watched a couple more episodes of Manifest and suddenly realized my tooth wasn’t hurting. I’m not sure if it is the antibiotics or the pain pills, but I hope the hurt is gone for good.
It’s another SOB Friday. Tonight’s contest is being hosted at Wet Spot, so I reckon I’ll be spending some time (and money) with Aine as I enjoy the show.
I don’t need no stinkin’ sign.
Here’s hope that I’m feeling normal again tomorrow. Someone is turning 67 on Saturday.
My yesterday began in the wee dark hours of the morning when I woke with a painful tooth. I took some aspirin and went back to bed. The pain subsided enough for me to sleep until my regular 0430 wake-up time. I knew I’d have to get that tooth checked out by my dentist before it got worse. I’m a very low tolerance for pain kind of guy.
In the meantime, I went about my regular Tuesday routines.
My morning dog walk view. It rained all night and continued raining throughout the day with little interruption. President Bong Bong closed the schools and government offices throughout northern Luzon because of the storm.
Next up on my “to-do” list was the weekly shopping excursion to the Royal supermarket.
I continue to be shocked by the skyrocketing price hikes. I remember the good old days of bitching when the Kraft cheese slices were a mere $7.50.
My sweet tooth has been causing me problems as well, and I decided to stymie my lack of willpower by refusing to purchase ice cream this week. But when I walked by the ice cream freezer, I was surprised to see a new brand in stock: Sunnyside Farms. Wow. That had been one of my favorites back in the USA. Then I noticed it was priced at “only” $6.00. The Bryers ice cream cartons displayed right next to it were selling for $9.50.
Looking closer, I discovered they had my favorite, Butterfinger flavor! Wow! Well, that’s when I knew resistance was futile, and that container pictured above wound up in my shopping cart.
On the way home, I had my driver stop by my dentist’s office to see if I could do a walk-in appointment. The receptionist told me to have a seat, so I waved for my driver to go on without me. After about twenty minutes, Dr. Barrera finished with his scheduled client and had me come back to his office for a consult. I described my issue, and he had me sit in the dental chair for a look-see.
When I indicated which tooth was causing the pain, he said that that tooth had a crown. Hmm, well, I knew that all my crowns had been preceded by a root canal, so where was the pain coming from? He said, let’s do an x-ray and find out. The x-ray showed that a small portion of the nerve was still present, hence the pain. The swelling around the tooth was consistent with an infection which was likely responsible for the pain. He prescribed a week’s worth of antibiotics and told me to continue taking ibuprofen for the pain as needed. If this doesn’t work, he’ll go back in and do another root canal. Alrighty then.
Dr. Barrerra’s total charge for the appointment, including the x-ray, was 500 pesos (ten bucks). The pharmacy charged me 95 pesos per tablet of the antibiotic (3X a day=21 pills), so the meds were almost forty dollars. It seemed weird paying so much more for the medicine than I paid the dentist. But $50. all in is still a bargain. Here’s hoping the pills work.
My dentist is practically across the street from John’s place. I’d hit the ATM, so I had a pocketful of money and a hankering for some quality beef. It was still early, and John wasn’t in yet. One of the staff showed me some ribeyes that looked good, but she couldn’t tell me if they were US or Aussie beef. At 2300 pesos a kilo, I wasn’t settling for anything less than prime USDA meat. I’ll have to go back another time.
It was still raining hard, but I was able to catch a trike right in front of John’s to whisk me home. My helper prepared a dory fish and mixed vegetable lunch for me.
Good stuff!
I ate, I blogged, and then I settled in to watch a couple more episodes of Manifest. I’m getting deep into season two, and I’m concerned the story may be going off the rails. I’ll watch some more to find out if my sense of direction is correct. But some things the writers have done are just plain stupid. For example, the main antagonist is a female character everyone calls “the Major.” I’ve been thinking that’s a pretty low rank for someone running a major operation on behalf of the military or government or whomever it is. I decided it was probably more of a nickname than a military rank. And then it was revealed that she had been (she’s never depicted in uniform) at one time a Major General in the Army. Hmm. No one calls a Major General “Major.” In fact, all flag officers are referred to as “General.” (Brigadier General (BG), Major General (MG), Lieutenant General (LTG), and a 4-star General (GEN). You mostly say “sir” or “ma’am” when speaking to them directly, but regardless of rank, you’d say General Jones in casual conversation or by the actual rank in more formal settings. But you would NEVER call a Major General “Major” unless you were trying to be insulting. A stupid mistake that is distracting to me. I’ll stay tuned for a while longer, so you don’t have to.
When it was time to head into town, I took my umbrella and the coupons I’d won at the SOB, including a 500 peso voucher at Whiskey Girl bar. On my way there, I saw “mama” sitting in front of the 7/11, so I crossed the highway to give her my standard 100 peso donation. Of course, the ladies at Snatchbar saw me, and I felt compelled to have a drink before continuing on my mission. I limited myself to one (and a lady drink each for the two waitresses at my table). I paid my tab and left despite the pleas for me to stay for “one more.”
I guess I could have, I arrived at Whiskey Girl shortly before 5:00, and they weren’t open yet. I had a coupon for Queen Victoria, so I crossed the highway again and had a free drink. It seems rude to accept the freebie without buying one also, so that’s what I did. When I returned to Whiskey Girl, they were STILL closed. Damn, I guess they don’t open until 6:00. Now what? Well, one thing for sure is I wasn’t going to stand out in the rain, so I headed up the road and popped into Mango’s.
It had been a while since I’d enjoyed the view from Mango’s, but during a rain storm, there’s not much to see.
Drank slowly and kept an eye on my watch, and when 6 p.m. arrived, I departed. I was relieved to see a couple of gals around the door at Whiskey Girl when I got there. Alas, they told me, “sorry sir, we are closed for cleaning.” Apparently, during the heavy rain, the water level on the street rose enough to allow seepage into the bar. And my plans for the evening were foiled.
I was near another bar I hadn’t visited in quite some time, Adam’s. I was the only customer, but one of the girls there knew me and greeted me by name. I had no recollection of who she might be. She said, “I’m Shantelle; you saw me at Bottoms Up.” Hmm. I hadn’t been to Bottoms Up since I did my review back in November of last year. Looking at the review now, I see that she was featured in the write-up. Shantelle also reminded me that we had first met when she was a waitress at Treasure Island on Baloy. “Oh yeah, I remember now,” I lied.
Hello there, nice to see you again, Shantelle.
I, of course, bought her a lady drink. When I was done with mine, I headed back out. I was feeling a tad hungry, so my next stop was Cameltoe. I was just getting settled in when my pal Johnny arrived, so at least I had some male company for a change. (Don’t worry, I bought Lydell a drink and some food too).
I ate, I drank, I chatted, and then it was time to call it a night (8:30), so I headed home.
On the trike ride home, I remembered I had some special ice cream in the freezer. When I arrived, I gave the dogs a treat, then walked to the freezer and grabbed the carton of Butterfinger ice cream. Took a spoon from the drawer, sat down at my laptop, and wound up eating the whole damn carton. Again. I told you I had no willpower. I blame it on the rain.
Tuesday, afternoon
I'm just beginning to see
Now I'm on my way
It doesn't matter to me
Chasing the clouds away
Something, calls to me
The trees are drawing me near
I've got to find out why
Those gentle voices I hear
Explain it all with a sigh
I'm looking at myself, reflections of my mind
It's just the kind of day to leave myself behind
So gently swaying thru the fairy-land of love
If you'll just come with me and see the beauty of
Tuesday afternoon
If you are wondering, sumneun-got means “hideaway” in Korean. At least, that is what a Google search told me. [UPDATE: see comments for why I changed the spelling]
But first things first.
The stats from my pleasant Sunday morning stroll. No foot pain!
I finished season 1 of Manifest, and I’ll continue season 2 and see how it goes. I thought about the cliffhanger ending in the first season’s last episode and correctly guessed the outcome (I started the second season this morning). The storyline is becoming a bit more convoluted, but I’m still watching, which says a lot. I have a Biden-like attention span these days.
I also put the crockpot to work:
Meatballs, mushroom sauce, parmesan, and shredded cheese on top. Easy peasy, but it hit the spot.
Then it was time to begin my evening out. It being Sunday, it was feeding time for the Hideaway crew. I decided to treat them to some Korean-style food for a change, so I headed out to John Kim’s restaurant. I knew what to order–bulgogi for Joy and chicken wings for the girls. But I took some menu photos while I waited.
Lots of choices.Good quality food, but prices have really gone up. The bulgogi was $11. Sixteen wings were almost $13. Not John’s fault; beef especially is through the roof these days. Rather than bitch about it, I’m taking the being thankful I can afford it attitude.Everything I’ve ever eaten here has been delicious.And the best steaks in town.
Got my order, paid my bill, then crossed the highway to the alley that leads to Hideaway Bar.
Yep, this must be the place.The beef bulgogi with rice.The Korean-style chicken wings.And the dessert. I didn’t feel like baking and had these on my pantry shelf. Besides, they fit the Korean theme of the meal. At least they are from Korea. Of course, I’ve always considered them a weak imitation of the Moon Pies I grew up with.
The girls all seemed to enjoy the food and expressed their gratitude. My duty done, I said my goodnights and headed up to the road to Cheap Charlies. I got a little perturbed that the bargirls had taken up all the seats with a view that I normally enjoy. I could have been an ass about it but decided to shrug it off after some initial grousing. Took a seat at the bar for a change.
Alma and What’s Her Name joined me there.I also found Marilou impossible to resist.
A few more drinks, and it was time to head out again. I decided to make one last stop at Wet Spot before heading home.
Aine joined me, of course.And yes, they are real. I checked.
Clearly, it was time for me to go home, and that is just what I did. Made me a banana-mango smoothie for my bedtime treat.
And now it is time to get ready for another Hash Monday. It’s a Leech My Nuggets trail, so it ain’t gonna be easy. Pubic Head, the leader of the “sane” group of Hashers, has already plotted out our shortcuts. Let’s get to it!
I do have my routines. I’m done complaining; gonna spend my time enjoying as much as I can until I run out of time.
Saturday evening I visited the newest bar in town, Bar Barretto. It is located on the National Highway next to the now-closed Club 50-50. Back before my time here, there was another Bar Barretto in this building, but this iteration is under a different owner.
The bar opens at 4:00 p.m., and when I arrived shortly before 5:00, I was the only customer. The live music begins at 8:30, and I’m told it gets quite busy then. I took a seat at the bar and was promptly served by a friendly bartender and his cute assistant.
Pouring my drink. The sexy assistant (wearing blue contact lenses) was shy and didn’t want her picture taken. I always respect that. Bought her a drink, and we had a nice chat. Her name is Liss.
It is a completely remodeled bar on the inside, and everything is new and fresh, as you would expect. It is spacious and nicely decorated.
The view from my seat at the bar. The picture came out dark, but that’s the stage along the back wall. As you can see, it has a nice new pool table.
Behind me, there were some tables and booths that looked comfortable. Several pretty young ladies were milling about, waiting for customers to arrive. None of them harangued me for a drink which I appreciated. I like to be the one to ask. The owner, Charlie, came over to say hello and remembered me from the lockdown days when we both visited the same speakeasy. That was nice.
So, first impressions: A clean, comfortable, and friendly place to have some drinks. I need to come back soon when the band is playing. A good addition to the bar lineup in Barretto.
It Doesn’t Matter
Cheap Charlies
Snackbar
Mango’s Beach Bar
Alley Cats
Wet Spot
Bar Barretto
BarCelona
Adam’s
Blue Butterfly
Out Back Billabong
Dynamite Dick’s
Palm Tree
Hideaway
Hot Zone
Alaska Club
The Green Room
Thumbstar
Bottoms Up
Rosies
Rock Lobster
Queen Victoria
Voodoo
Annex
MacArthur’s
Redz Pub
Whiskey Girl
I’ve got a couple of other new bars to review still, and I really need to update these rankings for the others. I’m going to get to work on that directly.
I’ll get to my Saturday in a minute, but first, let me post the winners from Friday’s SOB. A commenter reminded me I had neglected to do so. It’s past time that I did so. (Alright, I’ve murdered that pun enough; I’ll stop now. I promise!)
The Green Room took 3rd Place. (photo credits to the sponsor for these SOB shots) Hot Zone took 2nd Place.The featured dancer from Hot Zone was a real hottie in that nurse getup. I’m not a gynecologist, but I’d have a look.And this week’s winner–the girls from Wet Spot.
Okay, now that the old business is taken care of, let’s get to the new stuff. And by that, I mean more of the same old, same old. Ready?
I’ve been on a muffin kick lately. Started my day with a cranberry variant.
I did a walk up the National Highway, which I almost immediately regretted. Not much fun dodging motorbikes and other vehicles intruding into the shoulder where I was walking. I hollered at a couple of them for all the good it did me.
One of the reasons I took the highway was to scout out the location where Monday’s Hash trail will begin. Adamos Resort, pictured above.
I continued on the highway for a couple more kilometers so I could walk through a little beach village I like. Turned out to be a real hassle getting there because the dirt road was full of muddy lakes you had to find a way around.
I did make it to the beach and took this shot. That’s Barretto on the far side of the bay.
Then it was back to the highway going in the opposite direction. The Saturday traffic leaving Barretto wasn’t as bad as what I had faced on the walk out (I always walk facing traffic, so the Saturday tourists coming into town were the ones driving like maniacs).
At least I don’t have to deal with living on the highway.
Once I was back in Barretto, I stopped by Sit-n-Bull and got a pulled pork sandwich to take home with me. Sorry, no pic. I was hungry!
A shower, a nap, and some more Manifest (up to episode 15 now) filled the afternoon hours. When it was time to head into town, I started out at IDM. A nice surprise to see Scott and Chris there after their golf outing. It was good to have some familiar faces to drink with for a change. I just stayed for a couple though; I had work to do.
I visited the newest bar in town. I’ll write up a review soon.
I got a message about a meet-up with Johnny at Cameltoe (Kamto), so when I finished at Bar Barretto, I headed to the other side of town.
The Cameltoe crew was there waiting for drinks to greet me.I enjoyed some honey chicken wings along with the companionship.
Two or three more drinks, then it was time to head on home. At least my tab was under 2000 pesos this time. I guess that’s a bargain for good food, good music, and good people to hang with.
Call me what you will; I’m just trying to fill the hours, however comfortably and well.
Time for a little TV before I head out to my Sunday rendevous at Hideaway. As always, thanks for reading.
