Speaking of hikes, the Friday group did an easy 6K street stroll yesterday.
Other than elevation, is there any rhyme or reason to the determination of whether you are going up or down a road? I assume it is up to the writer’s discretion unless direction comes into play–up for north, down for south–but then how do you describe it when going east or west? Not that it matters, my sense of direction is not what it used to be and it never was much to begin with. Hell, I’m lucky to know if I’m coming or going.
A little boring, but not a bad walk.
The SOB was back in play after a two-week hiatus due to the bad weather. A good crowd at The Green Room for the event. Wet Spot took home the first place money.
And there is some big news in the bar scene to report. Jerry, the owner of Alaska Club, has purchased the building adjoining the Green Room and Wet Spot locations. This building currently houses BarCelona on the third and La Oficina on the second floor. The first floor has two empty bars that didn’t survive the scamdemic–the former Rapscallion and Man Cave. Back in the old days, there were doors allowing you to access all of the bars, collectively known as “The Maze.” And now, Alaska will be moving into the old Rapscallion venue and in a real surprise move, Sloppy Joe’s is taking over the space that was Man Cave. When Daddy Dave (owner of Wet Spot and Green Room) told me this news, I was excited but lamented that I would miss the outdoor ambiance of Sloppy Joe’s. Turns out I won’t–they are taking down the wall in the new location and it will remain an open-air bar. Dave also said he would be reopening the doors from his bars to the new ones and the old Maze complex will be reborn. “That’s amazing! I exclaimed. Dave looked at me, smiled, and said “Thank you!, now we have our new slogan.” He posted this with the announcement on Facebook today:
Speaking of Facebook, I was reminded that six years ago I was walking the lonely streets of Anjeong-ri.
I don’t post much naughty stuff on Facebook; when I do, I post in the “only me” privacy setting. So, I should be okay.
I was also relieved to discover that I’m not the only one out there with an abbreviated nighttime schedule.
This is from Thailand, but the translations are remarkable similar to what you hear in the Philippines:
One of the commenters on yesterday’s post said that while he liked Carly Simon’s music, he didn’t find her attractive. I recalled purchasing one of her albums as a teenager and fantasizing about the parts I couldn’t see on this cover:
And here we are for another Saturday night. Swan is busy as usual, so I fill the time on my own. Hot Zone owner Jay is celebrating a birthday, so I reckon I’ll pay my respects there, at least for a bit. After that, we’ll see where my feet carry me.
We can never know about the days to come But we think about them anyway And I wonder if I'm really with you now Or just chasing after some finer day. Anticipation, anticipation Is making me late Is keeping me waiting And I tell you how easy it feels to be with you How right your arms feel around me. But I, I rehearsed those words just late last night When I was thinking about how right tonight might be. Anticipation, anticipation Is making me late Is keeping me waiting And tomorrow we might not be together I'm no prophet, no I don't know nature's way So I'll try to see into your eyes right now And stay right here, 'cause these are the good old days. These are the good old days And stay right here, 'cause these are the good old days
Other than elevation, is there any rhyme or reason to the determination of whether you are going up or down a road?
I think you’re right that it’s relative to the writer.
• He went down the street a ways.
• He went up the street a ways.
Both of the above produce the same mental picture for me.
Do you see what I see?
Nice—a Christmas song for Easter Mountain.
Over the river on Bridge #3
Nothing like a little moob sweat to punctuate the day.
Turns out I won’t–they are taking down the wall in the new location and it will remain an open-air bar.
As long as that’s not a load-bearing wall, then OK. I hope I don’t read about a building collapse later. Maybe they’ll fit the new opening with some struts or columns? Or sluts and Gollums?
One of the commenters on yesterday’s post said that while he liked Carly Simon’s music, he didn’t find her attractive.
It’s the huge, Mick-Jagger mouth and strong jaw. See here for example. Or here, when she was younger.
But hey, if you like her looks, you like her looks.
Oddly enough, I had never paid much attention to Carly’s face, so I hadn’t noticed her wide grin. “Jaggar-like” is a pretty frightening description!
I will at least try and be consistent with my “ups and downs.” Henceforth, going up the highway will be away from home, and down will be heading back to my neighborhood.
Incredibly, I had to look up “moob sweat” as I was unfamiliar with the term. All the more surprising because I have a nice set of moobs myself.
Anjeong-ri is such a depressing place.. you’re living the dream in Subic!