Yesterday began sweet and ended sour. I joined Swan for her weekly candy walk and took a different route that worked out well. It’s still too damn hot to enjoy walking the streets, but the kids were out in force and we were well-stocked with goodies.
When it came time to make plans for our Saturday evening, Swan wanted to go to Treasure Island on Baloy to hear the live band. And that’s what we did.
I’ll grant that they have talented musicians and singers, but as always seems to be the case, the sound mixing wasn’t done right, which made everything seem distorted and unpleasant to my ears. Maybe it’s just me, other audience members seemed to be enjoying the performance.
Treasure Island doesn’t stock San Miguel Zero, which forced me to drink SM Light, which has additional calories and alcohol content. But that didn’t slow me down. Over the course of the evening, several friends came by and joined us. So, the beverages were being enjoyed along with the camaraderie.
And then I forgot how to say when and imbibed to excess. No, I wasn’t falling down drunk, but I was drunk enough not to remember much else about the night. That’s not my style and I strive to avoid it. So, hopefully, lesson learned. I had the rare hangover this morning, so I napped instead of taking my hike. That’s not good either. Anyway, what’s done is done, and hopefully, it won’t be done again.
I’ve never seen this live and in person, but one of the rituals engaged in during Holy Week is crucifixion reenactments. Yes, devout believers are actually nailed to the cross, albeit through the palm and not the wrist, but still.
Okay, Quora Q&A time:
Q: Why would a girl tell a guy that he looks hot?
A: She is probably worried that he has a fever and might need to get checked for COVID.
Yep, I have all the answers!
Smiles for today:
This has been a dead Easter for me. I’m still unsure about having some hair of the dog that bit me, but I will probably have a couple with dinner. We’ll see how I feel later.
A skilled craftsman at work
I might want to hang out with that guy. That’s awesome.
More evidence that signs don’t work
It’s like in the US, when you see piles of trash around “No littering!” signs, or in Korea, when you see hundreds of cigarette butts around “No smoking!” signs.
Across the highway to a new neighborhood
It occurs to me that I’ve heard nightmare stories coming out of India, where Good-Samaritan behavior can get you mobbed by the village the moment people hear you’re distributing goodies or coins or whatever.
This has been a dead Easter for me. I’m still unsure about having some hair of the dog that bit me, but I will probably have a couple with dinner. We’ll see how I feel later.
The solution to governmental problems is more government, and by the same token, the solution to alcohol-related problems is… more alcohol! Some of us are just monkeys lolling about on fermented fruit, I guess.
Yes, I can manage small groups, but the other day on that basketball court, there must have been 50 kids crowding around me. I knew I couldn’t accommodate them all. A fellow hiker told me don’t even think about opening your backpack or you’ll get mobbed. So, I just told the kids, “Sorry, nothing today,” and took off down the street. Several followed me for a while, but I just kept going.
Everything in moderation! I am actually quite proud of my ability to moderate my intake to avoid intoxication. Saturday was a rare exception, and I blame the SML’s higher alcohol content and my failure to reduce consumption accordingly. Lesson learned!