Feel like dancing?

Yep, the good ol’ days were also a little strange.

Meanwhile, in this iteration of the ’70s, strange seems normal. At least, it does to me. Here’s what my normal looked like yesterday:

We moved the Decay Dance to Sunday since were were busy with the 7-11 Hash on Saturday.

Section one of the Dance.
Section two.

And this week’s video features Section 3 of the Decay Dance:

Biscuits for a lola in Section 4.
Tooth decay in Section 5.
Section 6.
Sweet treats in Section 7.
Life on the riverside in Section 8.
At the foot of Easter Mountain in Section 9.
A family compound in Section 10.
And the final stretch through “downtown” San Isidro.
A 5K dance beginning to end.

We adhered to our regular Sunday routine for alcohol intake and started things off at Red Bar.

Much quieter than usual on the Red Bar patio.
I took a liking to these clouds for some reason.

When the hunger pangs set in, we decided to forgo our usual delivery from Foodies and paid a visit to Sit-n-Bull instead. One of the Red Bar gals expressed her disappointment that there would be no feeding. Maybe next week.

The view from our table at Sit-n-Bull.
I had a chicken enchilada.

With our hunger satiated, we moved up the street for a nightcap at Cyclone Bar. The pool table beckoned, and I convinced Swan to join me.

As usual, I shot like shit but did manage to win all three games we played.
Swan is only a beginner at pool, but she made some good shots. Two of our games came down to who sunk the 8-ball first.

Swan said she really enjoyed playing pool, so I suspect it’ll become one of the things we do during our nightly bar time. Works for me!

We headed home around 8:30, and I made a batch of strawberry-banana smoothies for our bedtime treat. It’s a sweet life we’re living!

In other news, Swan has been busy with the Christmas decorations:

It looks better when the lights are on.

Facebook memories took me back ten years for this:

The caption said: “If Trump wins, I’m moving to Korea. Oh, wait. I already live here.”

From the June 2023 LTG archives: I had my first date with Swan, taking her to an SOB show. She’d never been to one and asked what it was. I told her it was a cultural dance competition. As the dancers shook their booties on stage, Swan laughed and said, “What culture is that?” I replied, “The bar culture.”

You have to scroll down through the hiking portion of the post to get to the part about Swan.

Today’s YouTube video shares some wise words from Mark Twain, a great American whose wisdom is largely ignored in our current f’d-up world.

There ain’t no stoppin’ me now:

Now, get down on your two knees…
Cum on, girls. You should know better than that.
No, thanks. Been there, done that.

It’s another Hash Monday. I’ve got no intel on today’s trail, but the Hare isn’t one of my favorites. At least we’re starting in Alta Vista, so I can make my own way as circumstances dictate. We shall see. Come back tomorrow for a full report.

It’s 1982 in the music of a lifetime journey, and I’m lovin’ me some rock ’n’ roll. The video is a nice throwback to those happier days—when you could drop a dime in the jukebox (or pinball machine). Those good times are gone forever. It’s nice that Joan Jett is still around, and I didn’t know until just now that she’s three years YOUNGER than me. I think that’s a first among the artists I’ve featured in this series.

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