…in fact, you could call it a Good Friday!
Trying to make the best of these golden years while recognizing the limitations that come with old age has sometimes been a struggle. I think I’m doing better at finding my sweet spot. Ironically, that means giving up the sweets I’d come to know and love. The Ozempic is helping to impose the self-discipline I’d otherwise lack by eliminating my cravings for the most part. Hopefully, you’ll be seeing less of me in the future.
The group hikers gathered as usual for our bi-weekly excursion. It was a Good Friday for a hike (sorry, I’ll let that lameness go now). Another hot day (aren’t they all?), but we overcame and had a mostly pleasant 6K stroll through Calapacuan.
I was on the fence about participating in the Friday dart tournament at Alley Hideout. Turns out, Jesus saved me because the bar closed for the holiday. That allowed me to leave my darts at home and enjoy a guilt-free evening on the town. I elected to visit Cheap Charlies first, and Swan consented to join me.
Nothing like a little free entertainment while you sip your beer.
We did our nightcap at Wet Spot. Or should I say Wet Spot/Green Room, since both crews are working out of WS while the renovation at GR continues. I usually limit myself to buying lady drinks for only two girls, but since I have four regulars here now, I have to double the pleasure.
After fifty bucks’ worth of fun, we called it a night and headed on home.
It’s the end of June 2018 in the LTG archives. I’ve got a new best friend, a winning date with Marissa, and another broken heart. Sounds like the story of my life.
Today’s YouTube video is something a little different—the story of a Japanese man who lived alone on a deserted island for 32 years. It was by choice, and he loved it. A voice in my head kept saying, “Is this for real?” but I’ve found nothing to the contrary.
I’ve got the jokes if you’ve got the time:
Hallelujah, another post has come to an end. Praise the Lord!
But she was almost 95, which is one of the oldest I’ve seen on the funeral banners.
Like 95-year-old Koreans, though, she had perfectly black hair. (I realize that’s a photo from before she was 95, but she undoubtedly kept the look.)
Forward march!
The AI god says:
An old woman called out “hello” as I passed by.
Did she sound like this? Or this?
A different angle on that mountain I won’t be climbing on the Easter Monday Hash.
Oh? Do tell.
We shared an order of Foodies chicken quesadillas as we took in the unexpected show taking place on the highway downstairs.
Carby, but they look good.
It seems like quite a juxtaposition to see a religious parade in the bar district.
Maybe the bar district needs it most. There’s a story of a bodhisattva who took the form of a gambler in order to preach the dharma to a gambler.
Kevin, thanks for the AI info on Catholic rituals. I’m clueless in that regard, but these guys whacking their backs until they bleed (some of them fake it, some don’t) is a pretty impressive show of faith. Or stupid. One of those.
The old woman sounded more like the second dog, but not much.
Nope, I’m not up for the Easter Mountain climb this year. Still struggling on the ups, and this one is a killer on the best of days. Even the Hare told me not to try it.
Yeah, I’m not being carb-conscious all that much, but I am eating less. In the recent past, I’d eaten the entire order of quesadillas. This time, I shared with Swan and still had a couple of pieces left over. Thank you, Ozempic!
As for religion in the bar district, it was Jesus himself who turned water into wine. Or so the story goes.
As for religion in the bar district, it was Jesus himself who turned water into wine. Or so the story goes.
The joke we’d heard in grad school was that Jesus was the first bootlegger.