Moving on

Tentatively at least.

In lieu of Friday night darts I attended the weekly Sons of Baccus (SOB) dance contest. This week the gathering was at Alaska Bar, one of my favorite venues. I was once again given the awesome responsibility to serve as a judge.

Six bars participated this week…

Hot Zone got my first place vote, the consensus of the other judges however was that Alaska had the best performance…

This gratuitous ass shot of the Hot Zone dancers is presented in response to a commenter lamenting my failure to post any Hash asses this week. Hope this is an acceptable alternative.

I didn’t play darts last night either. Got my step goal accomplished though and did a short pub crawl last night. Pretty boring to be honest.

Although the beach was nice…

Today I did some serious hiking about. Serious enough to get a blister on my big toe, something that almost never happens. I didn’t play in the Sunday afternoon dart tourney either. Not sure what I’ll do with my “free” time this evening. I did cook up a batch of burrito meat. So there’s that.

Speaking of darts, Greg did give me what felt like a sincere apology after my final Friday league performance. I was of course gracious and accepted the apology. Bottom line, I think he knows that I’m not someone he can fuck with. If and when I choose to play a competitive dart match again I don’t expect he’ll repeat his rude behavior, at least it won’t be directed at me. So there’s that.

Buddy somehow slipped his chain this afternoon and escaped (I only chain him for brief periods out back so he can get some air and pee). One of the security guys on a motorcycle helped me track him down. When he saw me he made a beeline for the house, ignoring my calls for him to come to me. That pissed me off. He’s being punished (ignored) so hopefully he learns to a. not escape, and b. come to me when I call him. I swear, this is like doing that whole parenting gig again.

And there you have it. That’s my life.

Better stand tall when they’re calling you out
Don’t bend, don’t break, baby, don’t back down

It’s my life
And it’s now or never
‘Cause I ain’t gonna live forever
I just want to live while I’m alive
(It’s my life)
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said,
“I did it my way.”
I just want to live while I’m alive

5 thoughts on “Moving on

  1. Asses! Woo-hoo!

    As for Buddy: I hope you’re able to figure out how he Houdini’ed his way off that chain. If he can do it once, he can do it again.

    May the irritation from your blister be minor.

  2. Buddy probably saw the pics of those fine Filipina asses and was headed over to Alaska Bar to get a sniff for himself. Can’t blame the fella. Cut him some slack John. Peace Out!

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