A memorable day yesterday. From what I can recall.

Sunday afternoon darts tournament. Which translates to drinking from one until six p.m. And throwing some arrows into cork.

And for the second day in a row I managed a first place finish. Slowly but surely my game is coming together again.

The only problem with an afternoon tournament is that when it’s done, so am I. Not much I can or want to do as a drunk man in the early evening hours. So I just came home and went to bed early. Which of course resulted in my waking up at o’dark-thirty this morning. Ah well, at least I didn’t have to work. Although oddly enough I did dream about work last night. I’m not sure that I miss working but I think maybe my subconscious is reminding me that there is more to life than darts and drinking.

I’ve got some ideas in that regard, just need to get settled in here first. Really want to get into my new house for example. I’ve been promised the rental contract today. We’ll see.

Meanwhile, on tap for this afternoon is the Treasure Island pool party. Never been to one before, but apparently it involves female staff from the various bars in town gallivanting about in bikinis. Luckily eye candy is on my diet! Afterwards I’ll finally make it out for my return visit to the Subic Bay Hash House Harriers. It’s On-On at Johannsen’s! Ran into one of the Hashers the other night at Cheap Charlies bar and he gave me a ration of shit about being here two weeks with no Hash. Time to get it done.

And of course, today is Memorial Day in the USA. The day set aside to honor and remember those who made the ultimate sacrifice in the defense of freedom. As is my custom, I pause on this day to remember my Great Uncle Frank who remained in Europe after the war.

And he’s one more arrow, flying through the air
One more arrow landing in a shady spot somewhere
Where the days and nights blend into one
And he can always feel the sun
Through the soft brown earth that holds him
Forever always young.

And of course, the Korean War Memorial in Washington, DC:

Here dead we lie
Because we did not choose
To live and shame the land
From which we sprung.

–Alfred Edward Housman