“Not another SOB!” he cried

Where it were

Afraid so. I attended the Whiskey Girl event, and it was a good one. The top three finishers were all outstanding, one of the few times I’ve struggled as a judge to choose the winner. Turns out, I chose right. The sponsor hasn’t posted photos yet, so I’ll update this post when he does. But just so you know, it was Whiskey Girl, Voodoo, and Wet Spot.

The place was hoppin’, and my poor waitress could barely get a moment’s rest. I kept plying her with lady drinks to make sure she didn’t get dehydrated.

Thanks, Jenn, for taking such good care of me.

I filled the hour before the SOB with a roast chicken salad dinner at Mango’s.

And enjoyed this view for dessert.

After the SOB, I briefly popped into the dance party event my pal Max is hosting. This was their second Friday night, and it appears momentum is building–quite a few more in attendance than in week 1. I’m not into dance clubs, but I stuck around for a couple of beers to show my support. I really hope this takes off and is a success.

I can’t remember why I posted this.

And that leaves the Friday hike. Once again, only two of us bothered showing up. This time it was Martin and me. We just did the hills behind Barretto but went up a seldom-used path and wandered around for a 6K jaunt.

Started with some stair work
Down a narrow alley
At the end of La Union street
Through this neighborhood
Is Santa counting his reindeer?
I can’t remember what these are called in Korean, but they are usually a lot nicer than this one. Still, someone made the effort to build it up here on the hillside, so we felt obligated to drop in.
The view from there was quite pleasant
It got a little junglely in places.
Sometimes it is hard not to look down on my little town.
I hadn’t passed this way for several months. That’s one of my cookie stops up ahead.
And then there was this hole-in-the-wall place.
Back down amongst the goats. No kidding.

A street walk back home, and that was the hike.

Another day in the life is in the books. Well, on the blog, anyway.

5 thoughts on ““Not another SOB!” he cried

  1. But just so you know, it was Whiskey Girl, Voodoo, and Wet Spot.

    Those are the top three, but which one was first place? Do I read this as “3rd, 2nd, 1st” or as “1st, 2nd, 3rd”? Assuming home-field advantage, I might guess that Whiskey Girl was the overall winner.

    Martin’s still thinning out. Good for him.

    That resting place is called a “shwimteo” in Korean. Pronounce it “shweem-taw.” Literally “resting place.”

    Something caught my eye about the word “junglely,” and I finally figured out it was that extra “L” at the end, which kind of turns it into an adverb. How about “jungle-y”?

    Trivia: I say “kind of” because you could counter-argue that there are plenty of adjectives that end in -ly. Friendly, kingly, kindly, matronly, fatherly, etc.

    Looks to have been a really good walk. I haven’t walked since my 20K jaunt to visit my professor friend back in early November. Trying to heal from plantar fasciitis. I ought to be good to go a bit after Christmas.

  2. Kev, yeah, I listed the winners first through third. I should have been clearer about that. As a judge, I’m cognizant of the “home team advantage,” but I wouldn’t penalize a superior performance by another team to make them a winner. The home team goes first, so they set the standard I judge the other teams against. For me, that’s the advantage the home team receives.

    Ah, shwimteo. I couldn’t spell it close enough phonetically to get a hit when I did a search. Thanks. I can always look for it here now the next I forget.

    It’s funny you noticed that junglely thing. When I first wrote it, I didn’t use the second ‘l’ and my spell check redlined it. So, I went the ‘ly’ route, but the spell checker still didn’t like it. I actually considered doing the jungle-y option, then said fuck it. Junglely conveyed what I was trying to express, even if it isn’t grammatically correct. And we both know that when it comes to writing, sometimes it’s a jungle out there.

    I wondered why you hadn’t mentioned walking lately. So, you saw a doctor for that diagnosis? Hope you recover soon.

  3. No doc, but when I searched online, PF matched all of my symptoms, including the migrating pain that starts in the heel and moves across the bottom of the foot. 8-12 weeks of healing, the experts say. So I’ve been lazing about. Thinking about breaking out my bike to get in some cardio, but it’s icy here, now, so I have to wait until things clear up.

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