Not as intended

Things didn’t go as planned for yesterday’s Hash. Although disappointing, perhaps it was for the best. The idea was to meet up with Pubic Head at Barretto High School at 1:50 and do a shortcut version of the Hare’s (Almoranus) trail, bypassing the first climb. I left my place at 1 p.m. to give myself ample time to arrive on schedule. But before I was even out of Alta Vista, I was sucking wind for some reason. As I neared the beginning of my intended route (the My Bitch trail) I had second thoughts about the wisdom of making the trek while out of breath, so I paused to send Pubic Head a message to go on without me. But as I stood there typing the message, my breathing returned to normal and I decided to press on as planned.

The section of the My Bitch trail I was hiking only had one short climb, and I took it slow and easy. When I reached the junction we call Four Corners, I messaged Pubic Head my location so he would know I would arrive on schedule. When I got to the high school at 1:47 Pubic Head wasn’t there, so I sent him a photo:

I’m here, where are you?

I waited until 2:00, the official Hash start time and no one showed. I wasn’t going to do a shortcut version of the trail on my own, so I opted to do a street walk instead. But in the end, I did manage to do a portion of the Hash trail after all:

The last two blocks to our On-Home at Blue Butterfly.
Five and a half kilometers is better than nothing, I suppose. Although hiking alone isn’t very Hash-like.

I drank my share of beers during the pre-Circle time. When Pubic Head arrived he explained that he thought I’d gone on to the start of the trail, so he proceeded there without me. Just one of those miscommunications. Shit happens.

I wasn’t feeling very Hashy, so when the Circle began, I stayed outside and continued to drink. When I’d had enough, I moseyed up the highway and decided I’d take a Big Mac and fries home with me. I was a little drunk and not in the best of moods, but damn, the ordering process was frustrating. They have those kiosks where you place your order remotely, and that’s fine. Except they were all occupied, and the woman in front of me seemed clueless when it came to punching in her order. I’m not a patient man normally, and her ignorance frayed the last of my nerves. Anyway, I eventually got the opportunity to push the four buttons I needed–Big Mac, Fries, To Go, and Cash. Then I went to the cash register, paid, and was given a number. There were three numbers ahead of mine, and this being McDonald’s, I figured I’d be out in no time. I figured wrong. Mine was the only takeout, and I saw the paper bag brought to the counter where it sat while the employee fiddled around with the three other orders. I mean, all she had to do was hand me my bag, but I guess they had a first-in, first-out policy. Anyway, when they finally called my number, I tossed my receipt on the counter and rudely said, “It’s about time.” Yeah, I’m not proud of being the ugly American last night. I’ll punish myself by not returning anytime soon. That’ll teach me!

I got home early enough to watch three episodes of “Shameless” last night. I’m halfway through Season 8 now–look at me go!

And I woke up to another beautiful Subic morning.

The view from my bedroom window at a little after six.

Grocery shopping is done, and a doctor’s appointment is coming up at 3 p.m. From there, I’ll head out for my Tuesday routine on Baloy at the Kokomo floating bar. At least, that’s the plan.

I came across a video comparing Subic in the Navy days to how it looks today. I found it interesting; perhaps you will as well.

See y’all here tomorrow, I hope.

California, Arizona, Oklahoma, Arkansas, South Carolina, Virginia, South Korea, and the Philippines. Not that where I have lived has anything to do with this meme. I always married my side chicks.
Stick with it and see what happens next!

5 thoughts on “Not as intended

  1. re: McDonald’s kiosk

    More and more in Korea, the ordering process is being dehumanized by these devices, which Koreans refer to as mu-in (“no person”) kiosks—literally dehumanized. But the whole thing is very well organized: type in your order on the touch screen and pay with your card; the kiosk spits out a ticket with a call number, then you wait and watch your number make its progress across a big monitor screen with other call numbers. A bell sounds when your number comes up, and you go to the counter to get your order from a human. No fuss, no muss. You just have to be paying attention when the bell tolls for thee. What you’ve got in the PI sounds like a mess. Collect your call number at the counter, not right at the machine? Your order is placed on the counter, but no bell sounds to alert you? Weird, and with lots of potential for chaos. (Then again, an overly orderly existence can feel crushingly oppressive.)

    I’m typing this out as you’re at your doctor’s appointment, so I hope that’s going well, and they find the source of your shortness of breath. What could it be, I wonder, given the absence of nasal polyps?

    I always married my side chicks.

    But as I’ve asked with all of your other side chicks up to now: does your current side chick know you’re still technically (and legally) married? If not, when will she get the happy news (hopefully not by reading my comment!)? And what if the relationship deepens to the point where she wants to marry you? Are you ready for the ultimate commitment?

  2. Common fucking sense is often lacking in the Philippines (and plenty of other places, increasingly the US). I get less tolerant every year.

    There are only three reasons to ever go to McDonkey’s: real coffee, air con, and CR.

    Oh, ok, maybe ice cream once in a while. And sometimes the employees are cute.

  3. Drain, I wasn’t a big fan of Mickey D’s to begin with, but bad service and mediocre food is not a winning combination. The bastards placed this one directly in my path on the way home from the bars. My drunken resistance ain’t what it used to be.

  4. Kev, there are definitely kinks in the ordering system and not the good kind!

    My main concern is the high blood pressure, and now I’ve got some new meds to deal with that. As for the breathing, it’s likely the COPD rearing its ugly head. I’m going to continue to monitor, but the best you can hope for is that it doesn’t get worse. No cure for the damage done.

    No, we have never talked about my marital status. When the time feels right, I’ll mention it. Nope, I have no intention of ever marrying again. Swan was with her former boyfriend for over seventeen years, and they never tied the knot. Not sure why. Hmm, maybe I’ll ask her about that as an intro to informing her of my status.

  5. Swan was with her former boyfriend for over seventeen years, and they never tied the knot. Not sure why.

    Maybe they were trying that Kurt-and-Goldie thing, being together effectively as a married couple, but without all of the constraining paperwork.

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