Here are some of the “its” I did yesterday.
Fixed me a Sunday breakfast to start the day. That’s newsworthy because lately, my lazy ass has just been pouring milk over cereal.
Then I got a message from Julie asking if she and her friend could join me on my morning hike. Sure, the more, the merrier. My standard Sunday hike is a flat valley walk, but Julie said they preferred the hills but with beginner-level difficulty. I deemed the My Bitch trail pretty much fit that description. We met up at the entrance to Alta Vista and headed for the hills.
I gave the gals the option of going down to the valley, which would likely require getting their feet wet, doing another moderate hill climb, or walking the pavement on Rizal Extension back to town. They opted for the latter. I treated them to lunch at Sit-n-Bull, and when I turned off my tracker, I saw that our hike was exactly 7K.
Once I got back home, I did a couple more episodes of Manifest. Almost to the end of Season 3 now, and there is no resolution in sight. There will be a fourth and final season, but it is not yet available. I’m interested enough to want to see how they pull this together for a logical conclusion. It’s taken a bit of a turn into religion, with the US government playing the role of Satan. That’s my take so far, at least. Stay tuned.
And then it was time for my workout.
But I also had promised myself a steak dinner for my birthday, so John’s place was my first stop. John was there, and we had a nice chat. He was running a weekend steak special, but it was New Zealand beef. I wanted a good ol’ American ribeye. I got to pick out my steak; John weighed it, added the 350 peso cooking charge, then gave me a 10% “birthday discount.” Thanks for that! It still came out to almost 2000 pesos, $35.00 at the current exchange rate.
I also ordered the fish tacos at John’s for takeout. Got those for Joy and stopped at Chooks To Go to get a box of fried chicken for the other girls at Hideaway.
After Hideaway, I made a stop at the Green Room. Marissa has just started working as a waitress there. I welcomed her with a couple of lady drinks and wished her well. The hours are 4:00 p.m. until closing (usually around 2 a.m.), so I don’t envy her that.
I woke up this morning, and there was a male lying in bed next to me.
Did my Monday morning 5K beach walk on Baloy.
And now it’s time to get ready for another Hash Monday. Today’s trail is starting out in Subic, and I’ll be taking a Jeepney to get there. I know where the trail begins, but several others don’t, so they’ll be meeting me at 7/11 to tag along. I just hope we can find room in a Jeepney for us all.
I’ll tell you how it goes tomorrow.
When you know she's no high climber Then you find your only friend In a room with your two timer And you're sure you're near the end Then you love a little wild one And she brings you only sorrow All the time you know she's smilin' You'll be on your knees tomorrow You go back, Jack, do it again Wheel turnin' 'round and 'round You go back, Jack, do it again
Breakfast looks to be a classic. With my love of carbs, I’d probably add hash browns to that.
Yeah, “Ferme la bouche” is literally “Close your mouth,” but “Shut up!” is more naturally “Ta gueule!” or “Ferme-la!” (literally, “shut it!”).
[A gueule is the mouth of an animal. When the French want to insult you, they’ll replace human body parts with animal parts to be degrading. “Where’s your brain?” is “Où est ta cervelle?”—where cervelle is an animal’s brain while the normal human brain is called a cerveau.
That’s a nice, dick-shaped path you trod with the ladies, there. Too bad there’re no balls.
It’s taken a bit of a turn into religion, with the US government playing the role of Satan.
Now I’m interested. “Government is evil” is not the standard leftie line.
Steak looks good! And I wouldn’t have a problem with New Zealand beef. Those Kiwis know how to farm.
As for fish tacos… I’ve always been interested by the concept, but I keep thinking that I’d need to eat about twenty in order to feel even a little full. Fish are not very substantial, which is probably why they figure in so many diets.
Happy trails!
I only had one slice of toast in deference to those nasty carbs.
Yeah, I knew the meaning of that classic phrase in French. Didn’t know the backstory and the animal variations, though. Kind of like gaesakiya (sp?) in Korean. I said it in jest, and I think (hope) Karen knew I was teasing.
I was surprised the trail came out looking so phallic, walked that way many times but never paid attention to the appearance on a map.
Finished season 3 on Manifest, and now I have to wait until November to find out what happens next. I suppose there is still time for the government to be redeemed and religion blamed. We’ll see.
I’m thinking I’ll buy some of those New Zealand steaks and try them at home. They are smaller and cheaper than their American cousins. John says they are grass-fed and not so tough. As for fish tacos, they don’t even sound appealing to me. They looked okay, but I’ll stick to beef or chicken.