Yesterday afternoon I’m minding my own business, just walking up the highway to get a haircut from my bakla (transgender) barber. The next thing I know the skies have opened up and water is pouring down on me from above. Luckily, I was right across the street from Cheap Charlies when the deluge began, so I made a dash for the relative safety of the bar.
Of course, there are other dangers every bit as severe as the rain. I count thirsty bargirls as one of them. With few customers in the bar, I promptly became the target of their attentions in pursuit of the coveted lady drink commission. Alas, my resistance proved futile, and drink they did.
Eventually, the rain stopped and I was able to make my escape with a lightened wallet. Back on the street and hungry now, I made my way over to Sit-n-Bull for some dinner. One of the daily specials was Salisbury steak, a dish I hadn’t tried for quite some time. I ordered it up and enjoyed a cold brew while the cook did his work.
With my hunger satiated but still thirsty, I headed over to Palm Tree for beer and beach views. I wasn’t disappointed.
Finished the night with a couple more at Queen Victoria and then on to the house ahead of my 9:00 p.m. bedtime.
Speaking of the rain, it is raining as I write this. And if the forecasts are to be believed, lots more rain is in my immediate future.
And it looks like tomorrow is really going to blow too.
Oh well, it could always be worse. Oh, shit! It is. Saw this post on Facebook from the Barangay Captain:
We are reminding everyone that there are a lot of jellyfish / guinea fowl in our seaside, all are prohibited from bathing in our sea in Barretto.
What the fuck is a “guinea fowl” anyway? Oh, I guess it’s like a chicken. Not sure why that would preclude you from “bathing in our sea”, but whatever. These would likely keep me out of the water though:
Apparently all those folks I saw on the beach and in the water yesterday didn’t get the message. Or maybe it’s just a bunch of overblown nonsense. There are other reasons I’d avoid the waters of Subic Bay, but that’s just because I’ve been upriver and seen the shit washing downstream. No thanks!
I’ve got a doctor’s appointment in the morning. Actually, I’ve been feeling better lately. Sleeping better, too. My helper (who is a certified caregiver) procured some hydrochloride tablets that seem to have cured whatever was itching me. Still, I need to get the annual physical I haven’t had for a couple of years now. We’ll see what the doctor has to say about my future.
That’s the report from here. I’ll tell you about the Wednesday Walkers hike tomorrow. Now I have to contend with the rain as I make my weekly journey out to Dive In. Heh, who knows? Maybe I’ll meet a rainy day love.
Rainy day people always seem to know when you’re feeling blue
High stepping strutters who land in the gutters sometimes need one too
Take it or leave it, or try to believe it
If you’ve been down too long Rainy day lovers don’t hide love inside they just pass it on
“With my hunger satiated but still thirsty…”
Your hunger was still thirsty, eh? I like it.
I’m old enough to remember the old “soak your body part in urine” myth when you get stung by jellyfish. Actually did it once as a kid. Gross and utterly useless. Like putting butter on burns. Old wives’ tales that we grow up with, eh?
Salisbury steak looks good, as do the sides. I try not to think too hard about what close cousins chili and baked beans are.
“With my hunger satiated but still thirsty…”
Heh, it sounded good in my head. I’m seeing now some proper punctuation would have made my intent a bit clearer. Makes me recall an old Kris Kristofferson tune: “my thirsty wanted whiskey and my hungry needed beans, but it had been a month of paydays since I’d heard that equal scream…”
I’ve never thought of chili when eating baked beans (or vice-versa), but then again, they are both from that same “magical fruit”…