Love the one you’re with

If you're down and confused
And you don't remember who you're talking to
Concentration slip away
Because your baby is so far away

Well there's a rose in a fisted glove
And the eagle flies with the dove
And if you can't be with the one you love, honey
Love the one you're with

It turned out to be a pretty interesting Wednesday. Saw some new scenery with the Walkers group out on the far side of Subic town; that’s always nice. The hike was challenging, as much from the overgrown vegetation as was it from the hill climb. Still, a good group effort, and that made it worthwhile. Pictures from that trek are at the end of this post.

We had a different kind of challenge just getting to Subic. We had the good fortune to catch an empty Jeepney in Barretto so all seventeen of us hikers hopped in the back. We were stopped at the checkpoint as we entered Zambales province and asked for our quarantine cards. Yep, they’ve actually started that madness again. Actually, from what I read they are only supposed to be harassing folks from Manila, but there is no arguing with these petty tyrants. Hell, I technically live in San Isidro which is part of Zambales; am I not going to be allowed to go home without proof of quarantine? Bullshit! Anyway, we just played dumb and said “oh, we didn’t know we had to bring our card” and eventually the bureaucrat let us proceed with the admonishment to bring our cards next time. Yes, sir!

After the hike, some of us did lunch and beers at Dynamite Dick’s. We are between seasons in darts so I wasn’t in my usual big rush to get home. After Dick’s, Scott and I headed over to Hideaway for a couple of more beers. Naturally, I bought my waitress friend Joy a couple of lady drinks. She is going to be visiting me here this afternoon. I’m planning to grill up some steaks and fixin’s. Not sure what she has in mind since I’m no longer doing the FWB program. We’ll see how that goes.

After going home to shower up, I met up with “Bill” at Wet Spot. Bill’s live-in girlfriend has gone home to the province to spend a month or so with family. Bill is also the guy I mentioned that has made it his goal to find me a worthy girlfriend this year. I don’t usually hang with anyone when I hit the bars, but since we are both currently single I thought I’d share my company with him.

Bill was there when I arrived. As I sat down to join him, Aine, the waitress I spend my time with when I visit Wet Spot, came to join us. She wasn’t her usual friendly self though. Turns out she was pissed/hurt because I hadn’t been in to see her for over a week, including the holidays. Well, it wasn’t anything personal, I just don’t visit Wet Spot as frequently as other venues. So I bought her the first of several drinks and let her pout while I gave my attention to Bill. Later on, I bought some chocolates for her from a vendor and she seemed to cheer up some.

Meanwhile, Bill had spotted a hottie on stage and called her down to join us at our table. Twenty-one, dark-skinned, and huge natural tits. Yeah, looked even better close up. Named Barbie. I told her I was Ken, but she didn’t get the joke. Oh well. Bill started buying her some drinks and she loosened up quite a bit–became more talkative and took off her bra! Wowza! As I mentioned, Bill has a girlfriend that he adores, but I could tell he was really tempted to ask for a take-out. Well, I mean, I heard him ask if she was available and she answered affirmatively. Maybe to keep himself out of trouble, he started trying to get me interested in Barbie. Nope, not my thing. Besides, I had a gal next to me already and I’m pretty sure she would have not appreciated it if I started showing affection for another girl in the bar. I learned on my very first trip to the Philippines to never barfine two girls from the same bar. Once they’ve gone with you they consider you exclusively theirs. Bizarre I know, especially since they won’t hesitate to go with another customer who pays the price of admission.

I had originally thought we’d do a bar hop and have dinner somewhere but we wound up staying at Wet Spot and ordering some food from Sit-n-Bull for delivery to our table. When we did finally break free we crossed the street to Cheap Charlies. Bill switched to Cokes but I stuck with my low-alcohol beer. Alma, my favorite, wasn’t working but there were three girls surrounding me so I made do. Bill was working with two of his own and having a good time putting on some dirty dancing moves. I finally called it quits a little after 9:00 and headed on home. A good night overall.

As seen on my morning dog walk today. The beauty that surrounds me here is about the best anti-depressant I’ve ever experienced.

Alright then, let’s get to those pictures from the Wednesday Walkers hike, shall we?

A Jeepney to the start in Philseco, a hike up and over a mountain, and a finish in, hell, I don’t remember now. Caught a bus from there back to Barretto.
Exiting the Jeepney…
…and hitting the road…
The Wednesday Walkers. Well, except for the stragglers.
Look at ’em go!
As usual, the locals were very friendly.
Marching on to the end of the neighborhood.
Now what? It seems there is no trail over the mountain to be found.
We sent Troy into the wild to see what he could find. And, Eureka! He found a path forward.
It wasn’t much of a path though. Overgrown with thatch grass most of the way.
Nothing to do but keep plodding forward.
And there were some parts where it was worse than the grass. Bushes covered in thorns are no fun at all!
A rest stop about halfway up.
Let’s get this climb done!
This rat gave up the fight.
What goes up, must come down.
Rural living is an understatement!
So far, so good.
In an ironic twist, the downside was much better than the upside.
A village at the bottom.
What do I have to complain about?
Just passin’ through…
A rice paddy…Or are you seeing a nice assy?
I know I’m keeping my eyes straight ahead!
Enjoy the flat ground while you can…
One more hill to climb.
On your mark, get set…
GO!
Looks like I’m gonna finish last. Again.
A last look back from whence we came.
Done with the hike and waiting on a bus back home.
The first hiking post this year!

All in all, I’d call it a damn fine Wednesday.

Turn your heartache right into joy
'Cause she's a girl and you're a boy
Get it together come on make it nice
You ain't gonna need any more advice

Well there's a rose in a fisted glove
And the eagle flies with the dove
And if you can't be with the one you love, honey
Love the one you're with

4 thoughts on “Love the one you’re with

  1. Theatrical “jealousy” among the bargirls, eh?

    Well, it looks to have been a nice walk. Good luck as “Bill” tries to set you up with a girlfriend. May she not turn out to be the usual low-quality trash. And may you aim higher—way higher—in 2022!

  2. Jealousy is in the genes of most Filipinas and often manifests itself in crazy ways.

    Yeah, the Bill matchmaking thing ain’t gonna happen. When he first mentioned it in a message I thought maybe his girlfriend had a longtime friend he could recommend. Nope, so just bargirls. Like I told him, I don’t need any help in the bargirl department.

    As for my aim, well, you know me. I guess miracles can happen though…

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