Made it back to Barretto safe and sound. I let Justin use my printer to prepare some forms for Korean immigration. The nephews headed to their hotel to prepare for departure early this morning, and we agreed to meet up at Hideaway around 4 p.m. and then go next door to Arizona for the annual Beach Bash Beauty Paegent.

When they arrived, Josh bought some lady drinks, and then the group went outside to the smoking area to indulge in cigars. I had food for the Sunday feeding delivered from the Jewel Cafe (a chicken breast for Joy, quesadillas, and chicken wings for the others). I brought ChocoPies and Orea cookies for dessert. I did bake a batch of brownies but didn’t share them with the group. Last week a waitress named Anna told me that her daughter loves my brownies and always asks for them. Anna brings her portion home for her, and the daughter likes to take them to school for her friends to also enjoy. When Anna told me that, I thought to myself, damn, that’s stretching a couple of brownies a long way. So, I gave Anna the whole tray last night and said these are for your daughter. I was surprised when her daughter came to pick them up and thank me.

I headed out to Arizona early to try and secure some decent seats, and the nephews followed later with a female entourage. This week I found myself shaking my head at Josh’s touristy “two-week millionaire” behavior. Still, in all fairness, he is on a vacation of sorts, and I probably engaged in similar behavior before I learned the facts of life here.

Joy dropped by near the show’s end after she finished her shift at Hideaway. I’d hit my limit by this point and was ready to head home. I asked if she wanted to join me, and she accepted.

It was quite nice having a snuggle partner throughout the night. I made some banana-walnut muffins for breakfast–Joy’s favorite. I walked her down to the highway to catch a trike; then, I did a Baloy Beach walk to get in some steps before the Hash this afternoon.

In other news, my chats with Mary have continued, and she is still impressing the hell out of me with her sharp mind, wit, and humor. We confirmed another attempt at meeting in person for tomorrow.

I asked her if that was her niece. She did a “LOL” and said, “that’s me!”. I told her you look like you are fifteen. She laughed again and, a few minutes later, sent me a picture of her birth certificate confirming that she was of legal age. Turns out we only have a fifty-year age gap (she turns nineteen in November). That’s a stretch even for me.

We talked some about her future plans, and she wants to go to college if her finances allow it. It would be a shame to see her sharp mind go to waste. If she checks out after we’ve met, maybe I can help make the future she’s dreaming of happen. I’m too old to be her boyfriend, but I might enjoy being her Sugar Daddy. We’ll see.

What a life, huh?