The adventure continues, if you can call it that. I revisited the past at my old darts venue, Alley Cats. It had been long enough since I attended my last tournament that it all felt almost new and fresh. It was great to see some familiar faces and reflect on the good times we shared during my darting days. I didn’t participate in the tournament, but I enjoyed watching the competition. My Korea buddy, Jay, played and went through the bracket undefeated. He’ll be back for more today with the league and follow-on tourney. I’ll be back to my usual life in the bars of Barretto. And life goes on. (The only point to this post is the tip of the dart. Get it?)
At beer o’clock, we headed to Alley Cats to meet up with Jay. I brought a batch of brownies for the girls like I used to do in the good ol’ days.
Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves. My neighbors, Jeff and Davina, stopped by to join the fun near the end of the tournament. Alley Cats has a beer card offer: six beers for the price of five. I bought a card upon arrival. And then I bought another. Not knowing when I might return to the Alley, I finished all the drinks on the card before departing. A twelve-beer night!
In the LTG archives, I came upon a post called “Transitions” that was mostly as boring as my current drivel, but ended with my recitation of a rather amusing encounter with some Koreans in an Itaewon bar called Sweet Caroline’s. My then-wife’s comment was funny, too. These days, I’m happy, but I’m still not gay.
Via Facebook, a memory from this day in history:
Today’s YouTube video talks about aggressive child beggars in the Philippines. I had trouble once as a tourist in Manila when a group of kids surrounded me and started getting grabby. I ran away. I’ve never had anything like that happen since. I never give money to kids because I don’t want them to think that begging is a viable income option. It is also my understanding that giving money to children is against the law in the Philippines. I help out a couple of adult street dwellers when I see them, but that’s it. My other charity projects assuage my guilt at ignoring the pleas of beggars I encounter.
How about these?
And that’s all he wrote. For today, anyway. I’ve got a couple of SOB coupons I need to expend before they expire, so I’ll work on that this evening. I’ll let you know how that turns out for me tomorrow.
I couldn’t help but notice that she looked more worn than usual yesterday. Life on the streets is hard.
Can you get her a new pair of glasses? Same frames and prescription, but without the seemingly growing tape on the nose-bridge of the frame?
Not knowing when I might return to the Alley, I finished all the drinks on the card before departing. A twelve-beer night!
I’ve mentioned the excesses before. Time to offer excuses and rationalizations about how this is so rare.
In that spirit, good luck with your SOB coupons. More excess to come!
LOL. @Kevin beat me to the comment about Mama’s glasses. The tape fix seems to be growing ever larger.
Any idea of her age? Probably younger than I think.
Brian, I think I asked her that once, and she said she didn’t remember. Well, I do know that she was a bargirl here back in the Navy base days, so that was 35 years or more ago…
Kev, I’ll ask her about the glasses next time I see her. Or maybe ask Swan to ask her because Mama doesn’t understand much of what I say.
There is no excuse for my love of beer! That’s why I have to limit myself to a very small window of opportunity for drinking (approximately 5-8 p.m.).