Well, perhaps that’s a bit of an overstatement, but I did enjoy a fine night out with Swan yesterday. Her shift at work ended at four, so I joined her at the Subiza Resort around 3:30. I had a beer while I waited and took in the view.
I finished my beer, Swan finished work, and we walked the block down the road to McCoy’s to enjoy some beach views. Sadly, McCoy’s didn’t have wine, so Swan had the rare (for her) beer.
It was time for dinner, and Swan suggested we return to Subiza and eat there. I’d never eaten there, so I figured, why not give it a try?
We had talked about finishing the evening with a nightcap at Snackbar, but as we walked up the road, we mutually agreed to head back home instead. Some snuggle time on the couch watching “Shameless.” The next thing I remember is Swan waking me up to come to bed. And so ended our date night.
Facebook memories featured this photo I’d posted ten years ago. The photo itself is from 1986 when I was making the move from Oklahoma to South Carolina, and that required transporting my daughter’s horse.
One of my favorite fantasies is having a “do-over” time travel adventure. I’d go back, knowing everything I know now, and see what good that did me when I encountered those crossroads that required making a life-changing decision. Would I make better choices? Only one way to find out, and I don’t have a time machine. So, I’ve been using my imagination. I’d definitely be investing heavily in tech stocks like Google and Microsoft when they had their IPOs. If I suddenly disappear, now you know what happened.
Alright, that’s all I’ve got for today. Come back tomorrow for another heaping helping of my so-called life.
A sweet love story, for sure.
So there’s hope: long-lasting relationships are possible!
And no, I was not adventurous enough to give one of these dishes a try.
Too bad. The biriyani looks good. But so do the pork and wings.
Some snuggle time on the couch watching “Shameless.”
You’re getting close to the end. Eleven seasons, right? Next up:
1. Blue Eye Samurai (Netflix)
2. The Boys (Amazon Prime Series)
If you’re not an Amazon Prime member, I’m not sure how you might see “The Boys.”
The photo itself is from 1986 when I was making the move from Oklahoma to South Carolina, and that required transporting my daughter’s horse.
You ride? In 1986, I was a high-school junior from January to June, then a high-school senior from September through June of 1987. No horse-transporting for me back then. But in the summer of ’86, I went to France for the first time; the first week of my month there was spent on a farm in Normandy, where I learned a bunch of French vocabulary—all farm-related. I had my first experience feeding calves (fortified powdered milk plus hot water); they throw their heads up at random moments, which startled me. Uncle Charles, the old guy running the farm and the brother of my French Maman, explained that calves reflexively throw their heads up against the cow’s udder to push out more milk. I got shat on by adult cows hooked up to milking machines; the loud pumps made them nervous. Before entering the barn where the milking machines were, I was given a raincoat by Charles, who knew what was going to happen next. I also flung and stacked hay bales, helped uproot old trees and toss the cut-up pieces into a truck, and tried hard to understand Charles’s “ch’ti” accent (see here), which was like the French version of Sean Connery’s Scottish accent. Family dinners, conversations with my French buddy on top of tall stacks of hay in a farm… it was a memorable first week of a memorable month in France. But no horses. It was all cows and cow patties.
Filipinas love pineapple on their pizza.
This sounds like code language for something. “Hey, little chica… want some a’ my pineapple on your pizza?” Eyebrow waggle.
Good times, good times.
I’m just about done with Season 8 of “Shameless” now. Yeah, I forgot “The Boys” was an Amazon show. I was a Prime member when I moved here, but more often than not, what I wanted to see “wasn’t available in your country,” so I canceled the subscription.
Well, you did more farm boy living in a week than I ever did staying at my parent’s place in Oklahoma. Sounds like it was quite the adventure! And, at times, a shitty experience. I can ride and did infrequently, but I never messed with the cows.
“Hey, little chica… want some a’ my pineapple on your pizza?”
I like the way you think!