Yesterday’s excursion to San Antonio for the annual FRA beauty pageant went okay. Swan’s friend Mercy drove us safely there and back again, so that’s always a plus. The pageant stayed on schedule, which wasn’t the case last year. I didn’t win any of the raffles, but then, I never expected to. Despite arriving almost two hours early, all the best seats with an unobstructed view of the stage were already taken. So, my photos are not the best, but they will at least give you a flavor of the event. Here, see for yourself:

There were eight contestants. Here they are displaying their swimwear:

There were three categories: casual wear, talent, and swimwear. The “talent” for seven of the contestants was dancing, and the other one sang karaoke-style. And now for the results:

We arrived in San Antonio a little after 12, and headed home around 4:30. That’s a longer beer window than normal for me, plus I’d missed my afternoon nap. So, I had no desire to leave again after we got back home. I did grab a beer and headed up to The Rite Spot On the Roof to watch this:

So, despite being a notorious early bird, I judged it to be even too early for a lightweight like me to go to bed. So, I plopped my sorry ass down on the couch in front of the TV for the first time in I don’t know how long. I scrolled through some of the Netflix offerings and decided that “Yellowstone” looked interesting enough to give it a watch. I wasn’t even halfway through the first episode before the WOKE bullshit about the poor mistreated Native Americans was thrown in my face (we stole their land, don’t you know?). I said, “Fuck this,” and turned off the television.

In the LTG August 2018 archives, it is my 63rd birthday. I celebrate it with a post about all the places I’ve lived during this version of my lifetime. It’s been a good ride so far.

Back when I lived in Korea, I would occasionally encounter a bar with signage indicating that only Koreans were allowed to enter. I’d just shrug and walk away because who wants to go where they are not wanted. In Angeles City, Koreans have taken over many of the girly bars, and guess what, they don’t want Filipinos inside. Well, someone complained to a famous Filipino investigative journalist, Raffy Tulfo, and as today’s YouTube video demonstrates, all hell has broken loose.

I’ve heard some of the AC Korean bars don’t want white guys either. But once the government came knocking, it was just a misunderstanding.

Here are some more smiles for you:

And here we go with another Hash Monday. The Hare is on my notorious list, so I’ve got some alternative trails in mind. I will walk to the start and decide what to do from there. Tell you all about it tomorrow.