Not much to report from here, but I’ll report it anyway. Started out at IDM and ran into Chris and his gal there. Chris is relatively new in town, but we seem to have formed a fast friendship. He laughs at most of my jokes; that’s all it takes for me! Retired Air Force and has lots of interesting stories to tell about his travels, including the Philippines back in the glory days of the 1980s. Snuggled up with my new favorite bargirl Agnes, downed several cold San MIg Zeros, and I was a happy camper. Well, as happy as I get anyway.

Supper time rolled around, and I was ready for some grub. The food at IDM is fine, but I was ready for a change of scenery. Thought about Mango’s, but on the way, I decided I was in the mood for some fish and chips. The best in town was just a bit further down the road. I ordered up a beer and bought my bartender friend a lady drink. Told her I wanted the medium-size order of fish and chips and told her she could order something if she was hungry. She said she would have a sandwich.

When the food arrived, I was gobsmacked. The waitress placed a foot-long sub sandwich in front of me. I told the bartender I didn’t order this; I asked for fish and chips. She had a blank look on her face and said, “sorry.” Okay, I just couldn’t grasp how you can mess up such a simple order, and I don’t know how you can confuse “sub sandwich” and “fish and chips.” She couldn’t explain it; she just kept saying “sorry.” Okay, I was really hungry and disappointed, so I decided to pay my tab and leave. And then she did that, not finishing her lady drink, walking away, and ignoring me routine. I was more upset with that behavior than I was about the food order fuck up. I paid up and told her I didn’t appreciate the way I was treated, then left in a foul mood.

My friend did message me later and expressed remorse for her behavior. I accepted her apology and won’t bear a grudge. I think she is going through some difficult times and might be a bit distracted in her thinking. No hard feelings towards her now.

A bit further up the road, I was passing Kamto and saw my friend Erik sitting outside. I waved and intended to keep on walking, but then I saw owner Paula beckoning me to join them. How could I refuse? I ordered up a beer to quench my thirst and a chicken burger to satiate my hunger. A couple more folks arrived, and the party was on. I was tasked with DJ duty, and my fellow guests seemed to appreciate the classic rock selections from the 80s. I stayed out past my bedtime (almost 10!), so I must have been having a drunken good time. Actually, Paula sent a video of me dancing and playing an “air guitar” along with the music. Still crazy after all these years!

Today is Father’s Day, and I promised Joy I’d pay a visit to Hideaway Bar. I made up a batch of chili, some cornbread muffins, and brownies for dessert to help celebrate with my bar family there. Heh, the staff are all young enough to be my daughters. Er, granddaughters, I reckon.

That’s how we roll here.