The first time I said goodbye to Arizona was in 1983 when I moved to Arkansas. I said goodbye again yesterday when the losers on the Arizona floating bar couldn’t be bothered to step away from their card game and send the raft to pick me up. Fuck off, you cunts!
Not much to say about the rest of the day, which I guess, comparatively speaking, is a good thing.
We headed out for the far side of town at beer o’clock only to be disappointed upon arrival. I stood on the beach waving my arms and shouting, but the crew never looked up from the card table. Swan was the first to say, “screw them, let’s just go.” So we headed back up the highway and popped into Red Bar.
We do our Sunday nightcap at Jumpin’ Jacks, and I figured I’d just order something off their menu for my Sunday dinner (Swan had eaten some Filipino street food at Red Bar). As I perused the menu, the manager informed me that everything was out of stock except chicken fingers and fries. Oh, well, fine, I’ll have that. A few minutes later, she returned and said, sorry, that’s not available either. Apparently, they had a big night on Saturday, and this being the Philippines, they hadn’t restocked for anyone wanting to eat on Sunday. I’d used up my daily allotment of irritation, so I just shrugged it off. Then again, I can’t remember the last time I skipped dinner. Does that qualify as intermittent fasting?
After some beers (wine for Swan) and a game of pool, we called it a night and headed home. If that’s as bad as days get around here, I’m doing alright.
It’s the final day of May 2018 in the LTG archives. I learned that a good friend in South Carolina has succumbed to cancer, I was throwing awesome darts, and getting rejected by the women I was attracted to. I guess you could say I was settling into life in the Philippines.
Meanwhile, people are starting to panic some over the looming energy crisis. Word is that the fuel supplies will be running out next month. Swan is shopping for solar generators so we can at least run our fans and charge our phones. I’m remaining confident that oil will be flowing again soon, but who knows? Today’s YouTube video is warning folks of the troubles on the horizon. Hope she is wrong.
Laugh while you still can:
And now, another Monday, another Hash. Today’s trail begins and ends at the end of Rizal Extension. That’s a non-starter for me. I’ll walk from my house to the On-Home (Tiny Cunts house), have a beer or three, then walk back down Rizal to Barretto. I’m channeling Frank Sinatra and doing it my way.
Prescott, Arizona, was the best place I ever lived. I saw Rod Hart play in a local bar, and Junior Bonner was filmed there.
John mate how are ya mate gonna have to agree mate no reason for Arizona to treat ya like that mate serves em right if they lose ya patronage mate screw em mate take ya business elsewhere mate let them suffer the consequences mate coz as far as I can tell mate ya did naught wrong mate cheers mate cheers have a good one mate cheers
The first time I said goodbye to Arizona was in 1983 when I moved to Arkansas. I said goodbye again yesterday when the losers on the Arizona floating bar couldn’t be bothered to step away from their card game and send the raft to pick me up. Fuck off, you cunts!
I suspect you’ll forgive them and patronize them again soon enough. Yes, I know there are plenty of bars to choose from, but you do have a history of forgiving and forgetting. I can’t think of a single place I’ve been back to after forsaking it. Once bitten, forever shy. Of course, that could simply mean that I’m a petty, small-minded little shit who lacks the maturity to forgive. But if there are other fish in the sea, why look back at all?
I learned that a good friend in South Carolina [had] succumbed to cancer, I was throwing awesome darts, and getting rejected by the women I was attracted to.
Several ways to rewrite the above.
1. I learned that a good friend in South Carolina [had] succumbed to cancer. I was throwing awesome darts and getting rejected by the women I was attracted to.
2. I learned that a good friend in South Carolina [had] succumbed to cancer; I was throwing awesome darts and getting rejected by the women I was attracted to.
3. I learned that a good friend in South Carolina [had] succumbed to cancer, I was throwing awesome darts, and I was getting rejected by the women I was attracted to.
4. I learned that a good friend in South Carolina [had] succumbed to cancer; I was throwing awesome darts, and I was getting rejected by the women I was attracted to.
For example (3) above, that’s not how you’d normally handle independent clauses if you had only two clauses (it’d be a comma splice), but in this case, you’ve got three independent clauses all acting like items in a list, and as we all know, list items can be separated by commas! You could also still separate them with semicolons:
4. I learned that a good friend in South Carolina [had] succumbed to cancer; I was throwing awesome darts; I was getting rejected by the women I was attracted to.
I’m remaining confident that oil will be flowing again soon, but who knows?
Dear Philippines: Stop buying from the ME and start buying from the US or Canada or some other non-ME country.
Ain’t never heard o’ no Junior Bonner. Is it worth a watch?
John!…bubba…read your bible bro. We are in Jeremiah 49 about to get into Jeremiah 50 & 51 aka then Ezekiel 38…you can sit here and complain about Isreal all you want but nothing is stopping the freight train that is coming. We are in prophetic bible times. God is steering the ship here…if it makes you feel any better Isreal is going to get their “ come uppings” in the 7 year tribulation which is at the door. Don’t worry about Isreal. God has got them and will deal with them has he has always stated. Right now it’s best to focus on Christ and if your faith in Him as your Savior is indeed authentic. This is what is going to matter the most very soon 👍❤️ Eyes on Jesus
Max, this comment doesn’t align with my policy that all comments should be related to the post. I reluctantly approved it because your ignorance is so profound that I thought my readers might enjoy mocking you. You are obviously not a reader of this blog, otherwise you would know that I am and always have been a firm supporter of Israel. That support has nothing to do with religion. People are free to believe what they want, and I choose to believe that the Bible and everything in it is fiction. So, don’t come here acting all holier-than-thou; it just makes you look stupid.
Kevin, the Arizona Resort is for sale. If it changes hands, I’d give the new owners a shot. Otherwise, I have no desire for future disappointment. I expect the floating bar is losing money and may not even finish out the season before being permanently closed. Our new Sunday alternatives will include spending time on the rooftop at Central Park Reef Hotel.
Correction #3 was what I intended to convey.
Oddly enough, I just read today that the Philippines has purchased 2.5 million barrels of oil from Russia. What a world.
Yes, I enjoyed watching Junior Bonner all those years ago. I was never into the rodeo scene, but it was a good story. It was filmed in part at an annual rodeo event in Prescott, Arizona, a city I moved to a few years after the movie came out.