Just winging it

Woke up to some bad news this morning. My good friend and hiking buddy Scott is in the hospital after experiencing stroke-like symptoms. His girlfriend messaged that he is paralyzed on one side and was unable to speak. I’ve subsequently heard that he has regained his voice. I’m going to try to visit him this afternoon in the ICU ward to see if there is anything he needs.

Here’s hoping you are back on your feet and hiking again soon, Scott!

And now for the comparatively mundane report on my yesterday. Starting with the Saturday Sweets Stroll.

A street in Alta Vista offered for comparison to the surrounding neighborhoods.
Leaving my subdivision and heading to Neighborhood #1.
Lechon on the grill.
The first ‘hood.
The morning’s first dispensation.
Done with #1.
Born the same year as me.
The second neighborhood.
Passing the Santo Tomas marketplace on the way to Neighborhood #3.
Easter Mountain from here.
This made me smile…the kids were waiting patiently for our arrival.
In the ‘hood #3.
Busy, busy
As always, the most dangerous part of the day is crossing the National Highway
Neighborhood #4
They saw us coming in Neighborhood #5.
Line up!
The seemingly deserted path through Neighborhood #6.
But the kids came out for something sweet.
My favorite part of the stroll.
Out of candy and out of kids. Let’s go home.

I asked Swan what she’d like to do for her Saturday evening out, and she wanted to hear the live music at Treasure Island on Baloy Beach. And so that’s what we did.

We arrived as the Engine Band was beginning its first set.

I’ve mentioned before that Engine is one of the more popular bar bands around. They didn’t disappoint last night. They opened with songs from Eric Clapton, Jimi Hendrix, The Doors, Pink Floyd, and the Rolling Stones. These are all ’60s powerhouses that you seldom hear in the bars anymore. Hey, us old timers can still rock to the beat of our generation!

I made a video of Engine doing Cocaine (the song, not the powder):

And when Engine takes a break, another band takes the stage. Star Network features three female singers, and perhaps it is not surprising that they play a lot of ABBA tunes.

We ordered a plate of wings to munch on while we listened to the music.

Tasty they were. The food at TI is the best on Baloy.

I did another short (two-minute) video of the sun, the beach, and the Treasure Island venue.

And Swan took my three videos above, and spliced them into this work of art:

A good day at the beach.

The sun went down, but we weren’t quite done. I had a “buy one, get one” SOB coupon burning a hole in my pocket, so we grabbed a trike and headed to Wet Spot for our nightcap. Ran into the neighbors during our visit, so got a free ride home when the fun was done.

All that fun, and I still didn’t exceed my self-imposed boundaries. Up and down, it all balances out, right?

Speaking of keeping things in balance:

This cracked me up, because I’ll post a stupid meme with no commentary at all, and invariably get a long response from a lefty friend, especially my pal Jeremy. He’s a smart guy, but his dogma isn’t anything new, so I mostly ignore it.

Today’s dose of stuff I found elsewhere on the web, and slapped up on Facebook to be entertained by heads exploding:

That has a familiar “ring” to it.
Jeremy responded to this one that I still don’t understand the science. The science that is bought and paid for?

Okay, that’s just about enough (too much?) of that for now.

I’m not sure what the standards are for this rating, but for whatever reason, Barretto came out on top:

Now, do something about the traffic!

Back in the day, I would occasionally post links to LTG on my Facebook page. I stopped doing that mainly because I prefer the illusion of anonymity, since almost everyone in my little town knows everyone else. But eleven years ago, I linked to a post called “Sloppy Seconds” (get your mind out of the gutter, it wasn’t about that!). Everything was different for me in those days, but it was a happy time and worthy of inclusion in The Story of My Life.

Speaking of the past, back in 2007, I took my Korean girlfriend, Se Hwa, with me to the USA. We landed in San Francisco, then drove to Las Vegas. She fulfilled her dream of doing a tandem skydive (not for me, though). The next day, we visited the north rim of the Grand Canyon and walked on this glass-bottomed outcrop over the canyon:

I have a fear of heights, and it felt freaky. But Se Hwa totally flipped out, dropped to her hands and knees, and crawled back to land. I said, “damn, girl. You just jumped out of an airplane yesterday.”
Eleven years ago, I had an after-lunch coffee with Kevin Kim in Itaewon. We had dined at the Brazilian steak house up the road. Damn, that meat was good.
Seven years ago, I made my last “official” visit to Seoul and met with the leaders of the Korean Employees Union to say my goodbyes.

Today’s YouTube video poses the question: Are Filipinas wild or conservative behind closed doors? Based on my experience, the answer is, “it depends.”

And let’s take time for a smile or two:

Go for it Kermit, I’ll stick with the cat.
Curses, foiled again!
If someone can check out, but never leave, can’t you still charge them for the room for eternity?

And there you have it. I’m going to move up the Hideaway feeding, then head to the hospital and see what is happening with Scott. Afterward, I’ll meet Swan on the Arizona floating bar prior to our dinner at John’s place. Busy, busy!

2 thoughts on “Just winging it

  1. Is Scott the Smooch My Butt Nuggets guy, or am I thinking about someone else?

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