Swan wanted to join me for my Saturday stroll, so that meant I had to come up with something other than the usual Barretto street walk. It had been a while since I’d done the Philseco loop, so we grabbed a Jeepney and headed out to the far side of Subic. I planned to do around 7K, but when we got back to the highway, I wimped out again. I just don’t seem to have any staying power these days.
We made it home before some heavy afternoon rainfall, then later broke out our umbrellas for the walk into town. First stop, It Doesn’t Matter.
We didn’t stay at IDM long. After a couple of drinks, we wished Vharry the best and then headed to Myleen’s for dinner.
We changed things up for our nightcap and gave Alaska Club a visit. Owner Jerry is out of town (back home at that other Alaska), and we were the only customers on a Saturday evening. Those two factors are related, I’m afraid. Still, we made the best of our visit. I gave the dancers something to suck on and 50 pesos each for their efforts. They seemed pleased. It’s always refreshing to see the girls in a dancing bar actually dancing, even if there are no customers to buy them drinks.
When it was time to go, we grabbed some pecan pie at Sit-n-Bull and then hopped in a trike for home. Yep, done by 8 p.m. on a Saturday night. I’m such an old man!
Today’s YouTube video offers a more positive outlook on why Filipinos are moving back home from overseas employment. When a nation’s biggest export is its workforce, something needs to change. These folks want to put their talents to work here.
Today’s lame attempts at humor:
A disturbing post on Facebook from John Kim:
Help. I am at Gordon Hospital. I was collapsed this morning. After a few IV, I am able to type. Still cannot sit up my own. Due to rainy season, I am suffering. Not asking for big help. Order a birger or fish & chips. Feel in the mood for big help, order steak. Thanks
That was yesterday, and there have been no updates. Swan and I will dine there tonight to see if we can find out if he is getting better. We’ll go there after I feed the girls at Hideaway.
I wimped out again. I just don’t seem to have any staying power these days.
I sense layers of meaning.
A streetwalker
You sure you wanna be calling her that?
Ponding onward
Nice shot! We don’t normally see a lot of pond pics here.
The shredded beef birria tacos were outstanding.
They look great, but the tortillas weren’t dipped in birria sauce? Hmmm.
Not asking for big help. Order a [burger] or fish & chips. Feel in the mood for big help, order steak. Thanks
He’s asking people to order food for themselves at his restaurant, not to order food for him at the hospital, I presume. (I imagine the hospital wouldn’t want him eating burgers, anyway.)
It feels morbidly as if several of us are involved in a race to see who can die first.
Well, I hope John gets better from whatever made him collapse. Did he say what the “whatever” was? Heart attack? Faintness from dehydration? Heatstroke?
As for the video re: Filipinos coming back home… I’ll watch it soon, but at a guess, the reason they’re leaving the US on Biden’s watch is all the wonderful racial harmony and the complete lack of woke stupidity.
I have no idea what’s up with my lack of stamina these days. (trigger that old apathy or ignorance joke)
Regarding Streetwalker, I think a double entendre is almost as funny as a pun.
Yes, John was asking folks to patronize his restaurant to help him generate revenue. They told me last night that he is still in the hospital. A public hospital (Gordon) with a bad reputation. Expats call it “the place where people go to die.” I couldn’t help but wonder if I was having my last supper there yesterday. John has been dealing with kidney failure and getting thrice-weekly dialysis for a couple of years now. I assume his current issues are related to that.
The “land of opportunity” isn’t so much these days. That’s sad, but I’m glad Filipinos see opportunities back home in the Philippines.