A wet day, for the most part, yesterday, and another big typhoon-driven storm is on the way. There’s a little umbrella icon at the bottom of my screen saying “rain coming.” It’s a little disconcerting because I’m sitting here wondering if it’s gonna get here before I head into town. Oh well, that’s rainy season for you.

Our planned mountain hike for the Wednesday Walkers was scuttled, and instead, we walked the wet streets and alleys of Barretto. It looked like this:

A quietly unproductive afternoon, then it was time to start my Wednesday evening activities. Had some food intake at John’s place:

It was feeding night at Hideaway Bar, so I ordered John’s Korean-style chicken wings and some rice for the girls.

With my mission completed and after a few drinks, I headed out for new venues. One of those was the newest bar in town called Mugshots. I posted a review of my first impressions here.

I had a coupon (buy a lady drink, get a customer drink) that was ready to expire, so I went to Green Room to use it. Those coupons are dangerous and don’t really save you any money. I think the bar owners know that, right, Dave? Anyway, I pampered the new waitress and her boss and caught a pretty good buzz consuming those “free” drinks. So, I headed out with the intention of going home.

Once outside, I got bit by the “just one more” bug, so I made my way up the highway to Cameltoe. Had a final drink with the lovely ladies there (they got one, too), and then a trike pulled up in the driveway right in front of where I was sitting. I don’t know if someone called it or if it was divine intervention, but it seemed like a good time to go, and so I did. There is a big hill to climb just before reaching my house, and some of the weaker trikes can’t make the grade, so to speak. We did top the hill successfully, but then the trike died and wouldn’t restart. I wasn’t far from the house, but I felt bad for the trike driver being stuck up there in the dark. I waited a bit, then gave him an extra 50 pesos (total of 150) to ease his pain. Last I saw, he was pushing the trike. At least it was mostly downhill.

While I was waiting to see if the trike would restart, I noticed the moon looked kind of interesting.

A short walk home from where the trike died, and that was the end of my night.

So says the notorious short cutter, Cum Together.

Back with more drivel tomorrow!