I had to make the journey here unexpectedly, but I had no choice. My internet is downunder at home. Usually, I can use my phone as a mobile hotspot, but bizarrely, my data is not working either. I didn’t realize I was so internet-addicted until I lost all avenues of access. Plus, I owe my faithful readers a post here at LTG, so here I am.
So, I brought the laptop but forgot the mouse. And using the fingerpad on the keyboard is not my thing, especially when it comes to saving photos I posted on FB to upload here. For that reason, I’m only going to be able to share one picture from the Friday hike:
It was a nice 8k hike and you can see most of the photos I’m not posting on the Relive video.
When I arrived for Friday night darts, Anabelle asked me if I wanted to play some warm-up games. She’s never done that before! I beat her three times, then bought her a beer. Pretty sure that was her real motivation anyway.
So, the tournament format is a blind draw. Basically, we all draw a number and are assigned partners based on what we pick–i.e., 1 and 2 are a team, 3 and 4, etc. In the last two tourneys, I drew Anabelle and we wound up winning both times. Against all odds, we actually partnered up again last night. It is almost as if the fates are forcing us to spend time together. Not that I mind. Well, the fates can’t dictate the winner though, and neither of us played particularly well last night.
Anyway, as I’ve said before, I had hoped to hook up with Anabelle as my GF four years ago. From my perspective, she blew me off. From hers, I gave up too easily. I’ve thought about giving it another shot but rumor has it she has a “sponsor”. If so, I don’t want to engage in that kind of drama. Take me or leave me. I’m your first choice or no choice.
Anabelle can match me beer for beer, I’ll grant her that.
After darts, I crossed the highway and made my way to Mango’s. I’d worked up a hunger and my waiter didn’t even offer me a menu: “Sir John, may I offer you grilled pork chops with mashed potatoes and steamed veggies?” If you insist.
After dinner, I moseyed down to Queen Victoria. My two favorites were nowhere to be seen. So, I asked my manager friend about them and she said they had both been fired. I didn’t ask for details. Finished my beer and left.
I wasn’t quite ready to go home just yet though. My mountaingirl friend that I’ve been supporting told me her cousin was working at Rosie’s, a bar I almost never frequent. It was nearby, so why not pop in and have a look?
I was surprised at how busy the bar was. I also didn’t remember the cousin’s name, so I sent mountain girl a message asking again. “Ann”. I asked the nearest gal I saw if Ann was around and she said, “I’m Ann”. Well, there you go. I sat her down at my table and bought her a drink. Twenty years old is out of my range though, and she looked even younger. She thanked me for the help I’ve been giving her cousin. We took a picture and I said goodnight.
And that’s the latest news from this iteration of my so-called life.
Thank you for thinking of your readers even when the internet is down. You’re our hero.
My question today: do you make a habit of evaluating every bar girl you meet as a potential partner? I had thought that you’d offer assessment as to the shaggability factor, but noble Mccrarey looks deep inside for a meaningful connection. Interesting that age comes up often in your conversations 🤔 It’s just a number 😉 the other number is the work release fee , but you’re not a man driven primarily by carnal desires.
I’m surprised that the cousin would divulge information of your financial assistance to her. Wouldn’t it be prudent to maintain some secrecy so as to protect her friend from some predatory frenemies
Pork chops look good!
Congrats, I guess, on winning third place in darts. Nice of you to fork over your winnings.
James, I don’t know that I evaluate every bargirl I meet on a suitability scale. Some that I spend time with frequently might get me thinking of their potential as a girlfriend. “Shaggability” is really just a matter of overall attractiveness, and some gals become more (or less) attractive depending on their ability to converse and interact. Getting my jokes is a big plus! I’m just not as comfortable with a barely legal woman as I am with an older gal–late 20s, or early 30s works for me. I don’t do “take out” so negotiating a price for that isn’t necessary.
The mountain girl (MG) told me her cousin was working at Rosie’s and that she takes care of her cousin’s baby while she works. I think the cuz has seen the fruits of my donations first-hand, so nothing to keep secret. You are right though, the more people who know, the more likely they’ll come knocking on MG’s door looking for a handout. That’s life amongst the poor here.
Kev, best pork chops in town, I’m never disappointed with them.
Third place was just 100 pesos each. I would have tipped her that much anyway. She earned it!
Unrelated but was just wondering if you ever make it out to Vasco’s, about halfway between Shit River bridge and Cubi Point, and how they’re holding up these days. Has always been a nice place to chill and shoot the shit.
DS, I’ve been there a few times. It’s out of the way for me so my visits are usually if I’m doing a hike or something else in that area. I think it is doing okay, although it’s been a while since I’ve been there. Nice place, though.