It’s not a perfect world, and neither is my life. I feel the pain that comes with rejection, but that man in the mirror, whatever his flaws, is who I am. Love me or leave me, I’m going to keep on keeping on.

Sometimes life intrudes on your routines, but that’s okay. Changing things up occasionally is part of reality, and the routines will be there waiting when circumstances permit. We postponed our Decay Dance candy walk yesterday, as Swan was entertaining her gal pals at The Rite Spot On the Roof and needed the morning hours to prepare food for the event. So, I was on my own for the Saturday hike, and I opted to just do the boring Barretto street circumnavigation. Since there wasn’t much of interest to see along the way, I opted to take a milestone (every 1.6K) photo during the journey. Here’s how that worked out:

I didn’t invade the female space during the gathering on the roof. Swan sent me a couple of pictures of the fun they were having up there.

I did pop up to the Rite Spot at beer o’clock to let Swan know I was heading into town. The gals said they’d meet me at Sloppy Joe’s in an hour or so. Off I went, and an hour or so later, Swan messaged to say the girls wanted to stay on the roof and watch the sun go down. No hay problema, I ordered another beer and some chicken wings to tide me over until they arrived.

We had one more drink at Sloppy’s, then the gals wanted to finish off the evening at It Doesn’t Matter. Welp, it’s only a block away, so why not? We were the only customers on a Saturday night, and the owner, Luna, was happy to have us. It’s a rare event when Swan overindulges, but apparently those shots of soju on the roof kicked in. I’d had my fill as well, so we said goodnight to the ladies and grabbed a trike for home.

Upon reflection, I guess it was a pretty routine day after all.

Oh, this gave me a good chuckle. Remember the note one of my neighbors had posted on another neighbor’s mailbox?

Anyway, I saw that note again on my way into town.

Facebook memories is always there to remind me of the life I had and lost:

It’s still November 2018 in the LTG archives, and I’m six months into my Philippines life. I share the story about my drunken humor and the offense it created with one of my favorite bargirls at the time. Once I sobered up, I realized what an asshole I’d been, and I made things right the next day. Until I re-read this post, I had no recollection of that event. Sadly, I don’t recall Kim, the gal in question, either. I’m hoping there will be a future post with her picture to jog my memory. We shall see.

Today’s YouTube video talks about the ongoing and worsening tourist crisis in the PI. It is certainly being felt here in Barretto. Several bars are now closed because the expat community isn’t large enough to support them all. I saw that the Arizona Resort’s pub is now for rent at a mere 2,000 dollars a month. That’s insane, no way you could sell that many beverages to cover rent, wages, and utilities. The Arizona floating bar is also for sale. I expect more downsizing to come.

On a lighter note:

Another day, another post. Let’s see how long we can keep this going.