Did you hear the news?
But this post is about yesterday, so let’s get to it. Swan and I took a tricycle ride out to Naugsol and commenced our hike from there.
The trike driver said he would take us to Naugsol for 150 pesos. I paid him 200. Win-win.
Our destination was the Tibag community, with a stop in the Alabang village along the way.
Swan wasn’t feeling well after the hike, so I spent the night out on my own. I kicked things off at Cheap Charlies and enjoyed the view along with my brews. These days, with my old regulars long gone, the bargirls ignore me since I won’t spend 250 pesos for a lady drink. That’s fine by me.
When it was time to eat, I crossed the highway (no easy task during Holy Week) for dinner at Myleen’s. It had been quite a while since I last dined here, mainly because they didn’t serve wine by the glass. When the manager came to greet me, I mentioned the reason we hadn’t visited lately. She said the policy was changed, and by the glass service is now available. Good, next time, Swan will join me.
After dinner, I popped into the Green Room for my nightcap and enjoyed watching the gals shoot pool. Then it was time to head home, have some dessert, and hit the hay.
So, back in February 2007, I shaved off the handlebar moustache that had earned me my dart moniker of “The Walrus.” That event was deemed worthy of a blog post. I had to smile today when I read something from Glenn Reynolds of Instapundit fame, where he disavows ever being “a day in the life” blogger or engaging in the “My Diary” style. I’m proud to have filled that void for all these years at LTG!
One year ago, I posted on Facebook that a new house was being constructed on my cul-de-sac.
Today’s YouTube video is about how Elon Musk purportedly finds Filipino workers to be awesome. I will say that most of the Filipinos I’ve observed are hard-working, but the built-in inefficiencies of the system impedes productivity.
The jokes are on me:
Today was an adventure that wiped me out, but at least no one got badly hurt. Some blood was spilled, though. I’ll tell you about that tomorrow. Now I need a nap.
Didn’t realize you were a lib atheist, John. Disappointing.
Easter might be a good time to watch or re-watch “Monty Python’s The Life of Brian.”
So you go to Tibag, and you don’t catch a single person teabaggin’?
A group of rarely seen young men in our retirement community took turns at the ATM across the street.
They look like that meme about the feds at the barbecue/picnic.
re: dinnertime and bedtime
You never want to eat late and then go to sleep. Best way to gain weight. It is why the gut lingers.
The joke’s are on me:
Spot the error!
Congrats on your good, long walk.
Kev, nope, not a bag being dipped anywhere in Tibag. Must be a Holy Week hiatus.
Regarding those young men at the ATM, I thought of that same photo you linked when I saw them. “WTF is the FBI doing in town?”
Dinner at sixish, and in bed by nine. Of course, my inability to resist dessert before sleeping is the real problem.
“The joke’s are on me” has one apostrophe too many. I had initially written it as “the joke’s on me.” But since I post three hilarious memes, I added the “are” but failed to delete the singular rendering of joke. Even when I know the right way, I fuck it up.
Sorry to be such a disappointment, Ben. I’m definitely the opposite of a lib. I was raised in the Christian faith but left the church and its teachings as a teen. So, I don’t believe in the Christian God, but I’m not really an atheist either. I think some power drives our universe, just not the one depicted in the Bible. And Mary wasn’t a virgin.