A pleasant enough evening out on the town last night. The SOB competition was held at Voodoo, a small venue, and it was packed. I was fortunate to be seated at the VIP table with the event sponsor, Daddy Dave. Also had my Voodoo sweetie by my side to keep me comfortable during the event. And it turns out SOB history was made in that, for the first time, Alaska, Wet Spot, Green Room, and Hot Zone were NOT among the winners. Yep, the three perennial also-rans really upped their dance game last night to finish in the money. It was an impressive showing.
The Whiskey Girls team took third place.Queen Victoria was second.And Voodoo was the champion. Congrats and well-earned!
I didn’t attend the Aftermath event, instead choosing to hang out in The Green Room for a while. I actually got coerced into playing a game of pool for the first time in years. Of course, I lost, but I didn’t give a shit. I played better than I expected I would.
Home by my appointed bedtime hour as is my custom.
Which leaves my daytime activity–the hike with the Friday walking group. We kept it mostly flat and somewhat beachy, doing a little over 7K in and around Calapacuan.
The path we walkedThe gathering groupFour of the Snackbar girls joined inBound for CalapacuanOff that f’n highway at last!On the beachBoats on the bayWhat you see at this seashore is not all that scenic, but it’s reality.Walking the wall to keep our feet dryAnother bay viewOff the rocksThe day’s catchStarfish on the beach?We left the beach, crossed the highway, and walked around some more. Pond fishing versus ocean fishing, can’t say which is better.Asses in grassesWhat are the odds we will all cross this rickety bridge without a fall or it collapsing? The locals said, “one at a time,” so I went first. And lived to document with my camera tragedy or triumph.My money was on Scott, but he made it safely across. That round “beam” would roll under your feet, and the flat board was springy. Almost felt like dancing when you crossed.Celebrating our survival on a more substantial bridge.Strollin’ on the river…well, creek. Er, sewer?The straight and narrowThat’s right, gals. Those rubbers will keep you safe.The only climb on the day. Nice view on the way up.A brief highway jaunt going back to Barretto.Some of us did lunch at the sixth-floor restaurant of a relatively new hotel, the AM/PM. I went with the garlic parmesan chicken wings, and they were tasty.The view from the roof.
And there you have another episode in the story of my life in the retirement community called Barretto.
1 thought on “Nothing to SOB about”
Another adventure for the books. This one looked like an obstacle course.
Congrats, meanwhile, to the new SOB winners. May they bask in their victory.
Another adventure for the books. This one looked like an obstacle course.
Congrats, meanwhile, to the new SOB winners. May they bask in their victory.