Me and my two best buds (Myself and I) did some hanging out last night in Barretto. A good reminder that you are never alone when you are with yourself. It still bothers me sometimes when I’m ignored, but more and more, I realize that if someone doesn’t want your company, you have nothing to gain by being around them. Let them play their silly games; who needs them anyway?

I started my evening at the scheduled meet-up time of 4 p.m. at IDM. There were only a handful of Hashers in attendance, and I was ambivalent at best at joining the planned bar hop. When six o’clock rolled around, and there was still no apparent move to get things started, I bailed.

I had a hankering for some grub, and I figured grilled pork chops would fill the void in my belly nicely. It had been a while since my last visit to Mango’s, and it was nice to be back on my beachside barstool again. Alas, when I asked for the pork chops, the waitress said, “sorry, sir John, not in stock today.” Well, that sucks, and there was nothing else I felt like eating, so I just enjoyed my gin and tonic and took in the views.

The beach isn’t nearly as nice to look at when it is dark outside, so I decided to pay a visit to Alaska Club. I was the only customer, and owner Jerry gave me a warm welcome back. There were six dancers on the stage, but not the one named Marissa, that I had met at the SOB last month. Well, I was willing to be a good customer and buy one of the dancers a drink, but I had no preference as to which, so I decided to do a raffle. I had the waitress bring me a pen and piece of paper, and I put six numbered pieces in a cup. I told the girls whoever drew #1 would join me for a drink. So, that’s how I met Amelia. Oh, I had the waitress give the five “losers” a 50 peso note, and they all seemed happy with that.

I had a hard time communicating with Amelia, she was very soft-spoken, and I could barely hear her. She didn’t seem to understand me too well, either. I tried to ascertain if she was the long-missing Amelia Earhart, but of course, she had no idea who that was. Didn’t even bother with my repertoire of old jokes.

I was planning to go to Snackbar next, but the gals at Kamto saw me passing by on the highway and literally dragged me in. How could I resist? I still hadn’t eaten, so I ordered myself some food.

Before long, a couple of other pals joined the fun, and it turned into a nice evening with friends. I even stayed out a little past nine, and everyone noticed. Still made it to bed by ten o’clock, so nothing to get worried about.

Today I’ll be joining the Corona Hashers visiting from Angeles City for their circle at Da’Kudos. Decided not to do their trail this time, though.

And that’s where things stand as of now.