I had a pleasant stroll down the beach this morning then popped into Arizona Resort for some breakfast. I was pleased to see my favorite waitress (and Facebook friend) Grace would be my server.

Now, normally I’m an order off the menu kind of guy. But then I noticed they had this build your own breakfast deal going–pick 5 items for P240 ($4.80) so I called Grace over. “Let me have the eggs, bacon, sausage, and…” She stopped me and said, “That’s already 6”. I was incredulous, and told her, no, that’s 3. She said “2 eggs, 3 bacon, and a sausage is 6.” Although we like to tease she was dead serious. So, I looked at the menu again and asked about a waffle. She said the waffle only comes with the build your own breakfast. I took a deep breath, relaxed, and accepted the Filipino way. Then I told her “Okay, give me one egg, one strip of bacon, one sausage, one piece of toast, and one waffle.” She smiled and said yes, po (sir).

Now, I’ll concede that maybe the flyer for the build your own breakfast was a little ambiguous, but it seems to me there is only one reasonable way to read the intent. You get to pick 5 items. What do you think?

Anyway, no big deal. I got my waffle and the rest was more than enough to satisfy my hunger.

Let me hit you with a newsworthy pun:

Well, we are all God’s children so this should really come as no surprise:

Truthfully, I never vomit from beer. Get me a few shots of whiskey and I’m liable to be all over the place.

Time to head out for our special Hash at San Narcisco. It’s a beautiful area. I’ll try and get some decent photos to share here tomorrow.

Peace out!

It seems I’m in a bit of a funk lately. Feeling unmotivated, either because I’m tired or lazy. Or maybe both. Heh, reminds me of the boss saying “John, are you ignorant or just apathetic?” My response: I don’t know and I don’t care! Yeah, that’s as good as it’s gonna get around here today.

Anyway, I’m blowing off my afternoon walk. I’ll make up for it tomorrow. We are doing an “outstation” Hash in San Narcisco, about an hour from here on the South China Sea. Looking forward to the change of scenery.

Took a second place in last night’s darts tournament. Pretty surprising in that I wasn’t throwing particularly well and my partner seemed to be math-challenged. Here’s an example: in the finals, he had a 38 out and one dart left. The ONLY shot in that situation is the double 19. For some reason known only to him, he threw a 13. Non-sensical. Our opponents took full advantage and eliminated us on their next throw. I was glad to be done with it.

Well, here’s something newsworthy–I’m going to criticize someone else’s writing. And that’s a pretty big deal considering all the mistakes I make. Anyway, Sarah Hoyt is a pretty well-known sci-fi writer having published numerous books. I’ve never read any of them though. She’s also a regular contributor over at Instapundit. And she also has her own blog. This morning I followed a link there for the first time.

One of the things that’s puzzling hell out of me is how the democrats are acting this election.

I always assume they have better on the found intelligence than the republicans, because they know not just who is voting for whom, but also all the dead who’ll be voting, how many illegals they can commander, and precisely how many votes they can “harvest.”

Between the “human wave” of illegals, which they credit with flipping Virginia (no, seriously.  The left is saying this. Which makes you wonder if they’re even AWARE of the difference between residence and citizenship. They seem to be convinced if you cross the border, you can vote.  Perhaps that’s why they think our opposition to this stuff is “racist” since they’ve lost the concept of citizenship.) and the fact felons now vote in FL (which means we’ll never win it again. Not until after the troubles.) and btw the same for another state, though I can’t remember which right now, I’d think they’d be sure of victory.

But they’re not acting like they’re sure of victory.  Unless they’re very, very stupid — which, I grant you, is possible.

Sorry, Kevin Kim. That must have made your head explode. Please, please tell me that even on my worst day I’m not that bad! Anyway, I couldn’t read past the quoted portion above. It was just too painful. And that’s from a “professional” writer. Maybe she was drunk.

I’ll leave you with a couple of memes I saw on Facebook that made me smile:

And there’s this. A song by Tom Waits came up on my Spotify playlist during my morning walk. I’d never heard it before and for some reason, it really resonated with me. There might be a blog post about that, but I’m not ready to write it.

Well I hope that I don’t fall in love with you
‘Cause falling in love just makes me blue,
Well the music plays and you display your heart for me to see,
I had a beer and now I hear you calling out for me
And I hope that I don’t fall in love with you.

Well the room is crowded, people everywhere
And I wonder, should I offer you a chair?
Well if you sit down with this old clown, take that frown and break it,
Before the evening’s gone away, I think that we could make it,
And I hope that I don’t fall in love with you.

Well the night does funny things inside a man
These old tom-cat feelings you don’t understand,
Well I turn around to look at you, you light a cigarette,
I wish I had the guts to bum one, but we’ve never met,
And I hope that I don’t fall in love with you.

I can see that you are lonesome just like me, and it being late,
You’d like some some company,
Well I turn around to look at you, and you look back at me,
The guy you’re with has up and split, the chair next to you’s free,
And I hope that you don’t fall in love with me.

Now it’s closing time, the music’s fading out
Last call for drinks, I’ll have another stout.
Well I turn around to look at you, you’re nowhere to be found,
I search the place for your lost face, guess I’ll have another round
And I think that I just fell in love with you.

…but it’s free.

Nothin’ much happening and nothin’ much to say. Not that that has ever stopped me from sayin’ it anyway.

And that really is all I’ve got for y’all today.

Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose,
And nothin’ ain’t worth nothin’ but it’s free,
Feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues,
And buddy, that was good enough for me,
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.

UPDATE: Well, geez. I was talking about what a nothing my life was back in June 2017 too. Honestly, looking at the pics from back then (I was in Pyeongtaek) makes me realize that about the only thing that’s changed is my venue. That’s a tad depressing truth be told.

More or less. Today’s big adventure was overseeing the installation of some CCTV cameras and a motion detector here at Casa Rosenda. Turns out there’s an American here in the neighborhood he is selling home security devices as a sideline. Interesting guy too, enjoyed meeting him.

The equipment and installation ran me P8200 ($165.), not a bad price for a little peace of mind. I admit I’m still a little skittish, made two trips downstairs for a look around last night. At least now I can just check my phone to see what’s happening.

I kinda hate that I’ve limited my political discussions almost entirely to memes these days, but really what’s the point? Minds aren’t likely to be changed but I remain confident the American people are not as stupid as the deep state powers that be think we are.

Oh well. I’m glad I’m in the Philippines. At least for now.

Don’t think sorry’s easily said
Don’t try turning tables instead
You’ve taken lots of chances before
But I ain’t gonna give any more
Don’t ask me
That’s how it goes
‘Cause part of me knows what you’re thinking…

Don’t say words you’re gonna regret
Don’t let the fire rush to your head
I’ve heard the accusation before
And I ain’t gonna take any more
Believe me
The sun in your eyes
Made some of the lies worth believing

I am the eye in the sky
Looking at you
I can read your mind
I am the maker of rules
Dealing with fools
I can cheat you blind
And I don’t need to see any more
To know that I can read your mind, I can read your mind, I can read your mind, I can read your mind

No real significance to the title of this post, just an old song by Traffic that came up on my new Spotify music app (fuck you YouTube!) while out walking this morning. Well, this post is mostly about Wednesday’s hike, so I guess that’s the connection. Let’s get to it!

From there we made our way around to Rizal Extension via the My Bitch trail. But that f’n thatch grass made what should have been an easy hike a real pain in the rear. Burn it down! Burn it all down!

So, we get to Rizal Extension and I had a decision to make. Do a second climb up a higher mountain or make my own way on back home via the familiar paved roads? Well, part of the reason I do Wednesday is to push myself out of my comfort zone, so despite my reservations I made my way on up. Damn it! Either there was no trail or the leader lost it, but before long we were winging it. Steep, overgrown, slippery in places. A freakin’ nightmare! I made it of course, but it kinda pissed me off. There are ways up that mountain that are challenging, but doable without being overly dangerous. Anyway, it was my decision to do it, so no one to blame but me.

I took a hard fall on the way back down but luckily there were no “impalers” in the area. And so ended another Wednesday Walkers adventure.

What other excitement do I have to share? Hmm, well I tried this new recipe for slow cooker salsa chicken I found on Instapundit.

I guess this is where I’d normally say something about politics, but I’m going to shit can that today.

Things aren’t totally back to normal, but they are getting there. I’m still waking up during the night and coming downstairs to check on things. I’m working with a guy on installing some cameras and maybe some motion sensors. Honestly though, I’ve made it so it is not that easy to break in now but you can’t stop a determined thief with locks alone. I just need to get to where I’m diligent but not paranoid.

That ought to scare them off!

If I gave you everything that I owned
And asked for nothing in return
Would you do the same for me as I would for you?
Or take me for a ride
And strip me of everything, including my pride
But spirit is something that no one destroys
And the sound that I’m hearing is only the sound
The low spark of high-heeled boys (heeled boys)

UPDATE: WTF? I specifically chose today’s title with the thought that I hadn’t ever used that one before. Nope. I had a “Low Spark of High-Heeled Boys” post way back in April of THIS year! Geez, I think I’m losing it.

Things are pretty much back to normal around here, but man what a pain in the ass this recovering from the theft of my electronic devices has been.

I’ve managed to reset the passwords on all the accounts I could think of. Oops, just remembered one more. Be right back.

Alright, that’s done. You know I understand the need for the two-step verification process, but in some cases, I’ve been logging in automatically for so long that I was clueless on the password. That coupled with the fact that I’m attempting to log in from a new device (both computer and phone) apparently raises a bunch of red flags. I was jumping through hoops most of the afternoon yesterday to prove I am who I say I am.

Today I’ve been engaged in the business of installing the apps I frequently use on my phone. Slightly less burdensome, but still no fun for a techno-peasant like me.

What else? Well, once the sanctity of your home has been violated it takes some getting used to the new normal. I think the only way anyone is getting through my locked sliding doors is by breaking the glass. I did a security sweep of the house and determined this area in my downstairs bathroom is probably my biggest weakness.

The other thing I’m going to look into getting is some CCTV cameras around the outside of the house, which might offer some deterrent value. You don’t have to have the best security in the neighborhood, you just want to avoid being the easiest target.

Anyway, I have now gone over 24 hours without an incident, so my new measures appear to be working.

Given all the bullshit I had to do yesterday and my lack of sleep the night before I just wasn’t up for hiking the hash trail. The beer-drinking part afterward I was down for, however. I had to sit on the ice for being a socialite, but at least I was able to tell an interesting story as my excuse.

And life goes on.

Did you ever read about a frog
Who dreamed of bein’ a king
And then became one
Well except for the names
And a few other changes
If you talk about me
The story’s the same one

But I got an emptiness deep inside
And I’ve tried
But it won’t let me go
And I’m not a man who likes to swear
But I never cared
For the sound of being alone

“I am”… I said
To no one there
And no one heard at all
Not even the chair
“I am”… I cried
“I am”… said I
And I am lost and I can’t
Even say why
“I am”… I said
“I am”… I cried
“I am”… I said

Anyway, I’ve been keeping busy workin’ at nothin’ all day but I guess that’s the point of being retired, right? Well, I’m continuing my walkaholic ways and there was a little twist to my normal routine yesterday. Friday night darts featured me and Steve, the Englishman who doesn’t drink, going head-to-head. I put him in the losers bracket, he came back and revenged/avenged himself later in the tournament. Typical night for me and I was satisfied with third place money for my efforts.

Steve asked me about the Saturday walking group and I advised him that I don’t do that one as it is too intense for my liking. He told me he enjoys walking but was bored with the city streets and wanted to see some countryside. I invited him to join me on my morning hike and we exchanged phone numbers.

Bottom line, Steve got to see some country scenes and he professed to enjoy himself.

Well, the f’n thatch grass for one thing. I guess it has reached its zenith and now it is falling down. As bad as it was when it was standing tall and proud, now it has become an almost impenetrable obstacle, making the trail difficult to see and even harder to walk.

Even so, Steve got in a solid 5K+ hike. I had turned on my fitness ap (map my run) when I left the house. So I got an extra 2K walking to where I rendezvoused with Steve. And after we parted, for some twisted reason I just kept on walking. That is so unlike me!

Create Routes or Search for a route from millions at MapMyFitness

Seems like I can’t figure out how to post an image mapping my walk, but it does let me post code, let’s see how that works out.

The above doesn’t include my 30-minute dog walk or the hour I hiked around the neighborhood in the afternoon. All told, my day went like this:

What else?

How about some politics?

Me, I’m just going to kick back, chill…

Why not? I mean, it’s not like three years ago:

These days my problems are centered on avoiding traps and obstacles.

I mean, you just have to be careful where you tread:

I guess that’s about enough for now. I need to head into Olongapo City and get my watchband repaired or replaced. And later this afternoon I’m going to help Meica, one of the Alley Cats girls, celebrate her 25th birthday.

And that’s where things stand from here.

But I’ll be in Korea for Thanksgiving. I’ve got an e-ticket on Korean Air that says so!

This is kind of a spur of the moment thing. And it will be a quick trip, arriving on Tuesday evening and departing on Sunday morning. I will spend a couple of days in Seoul and a couple in Pyeongtaek. One thing on my to-do list is spending some time with my former Deputy. Donna is leaving Korea in December and life being what it is and all, I expect it will be our last time to see each other. I reckon I’ll get together with the nephew as well and hopefully meet up with some old friends as time and schedules allow.

And that’s today’s big news.

Everything is just dandy, thanks for asking! Here’s what passes for a good day here in my world:

I haven’t been playing very much lately. Just haven’t been in the mood I guess. The lack of practice certainly hasn’t helped to improve my inconsistency, but I had my moments of goodness during the tourney. No win is complete (or possible) without taking down Steve, the Englishman who doesn’t drink, and that’s just what me and my partner managed to do. By the way, I’m getting to know Steve better and really enjoying his company. He has a wicked sense of humor.

Yesterday morning I did the Sausage Walkers group hike. We were all disappointed that our planned out of town sojourn had to be postponed because of the uncertain weather. This was going to be one of those do a hike then cookout gatherings that gave the group its name. Our planned destination included a river crossing and with the recent rains, the river was deemed too high for our vehicle to safely drive through. Ah well, another time.

We left for one of our standard local walks under cloudy skies. And as if on cue, once we reached the mountain top the rain commenced to come pouring down on our collective heads. And everything else, we were drenched. That’s how it goes, and once you are thoroughly soaked it really doesn’t matter anymore anyway. Coming back down the mountain was a muddy and slippery nightmare though. I somehow managed to keep my feet but I had several close calls. Not to overstate why avoiding a fall is my primary goal, but I couldn’t help notice the path was strewn with broken tree trunks sticking several inches up out of the ground. I nicknamed them “Vlad the Impaler” and my overactive imagination could picture the end result for some unfortunate who happened to fall on top of one. Yikes!

Gunter the Austrian is the leader of the pack but I take his leadership with a grain of salt. When he deemed it wise to climb yet another mountain shortly after my self-congratulation for surviving the previous descent, I balked and bid the group farewell. Made my own way back on flat ground.

What else? Well, I’m always trying to engage in self-improvement efforts. So, I took this information to heart:

Things are going well so far today too. I’m getting more creative in my breakfast selections these days.

I took a stroll down Baloy Beach after breakfast and was in for quite a surprise. The tide was high but not as high as it had been a few hours ago.

What I really wanted to see though was how the Kokomo’s floating bar was faring.

This reminded me that sometimes humor just doesn’t translate well. Especially puns:

I woke up this morning with the sundown shining in
I found my mind in a brown paper bag within
I tripped on a cloud and fell-a eight miles high
I tore my mind on a jagged sky
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

I pushed my soul in a deep dark hole and then I followed it in
I watched myself crawling out as I was a-crawling in
I got up so tight I couldn’t unwind
I saw so much I broke my mind
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

Someone painted April Fool in big black letters on a Dead End sign
I had my foot on the gas as I left the road and blew out my mind
Eight miles outta Memphis and I got no spare
Eight miles straight up downtown somewhere
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in
I said I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

I do drink more than my fair share of brew and I have the belly to prove it! Geez, guys bragging about their six-pack abs; I’ve practically got a keg under my shirt. Anyway, I walk so I can drink with impunity. And notwithstanding my girth, I’m maintaining my weight in the 200-205 range.

Which is not to say that I don’t consume calories in more traditional ways. I’m not talking about ice cream, although that’s a sweet tooth indulgence I can’t seem to resist. Last night I enjoyed a home-prepared meal:

I did manage to get my steps in yesterday afternoon, despite the rain.

I took a few “between the storms” photographs from one vantage point on my neighborhood walk.

It rained again like a motherfucker last night. I was glad I had the foresight to carry my umbrella with me to Cheap Charlies. I still wound up taking a trike home. And as infrequently as I use something other than my legs to get home, the driver not only knew where I lived but called me by name. Even after several beers, I found that somewhat disconcerting.

Speaking of the rain, I’m sorry to report that the Kokomo’s floating bar I recently visited hasn’t faired too well in the current stormy weather.

In other disconcerting news, I received this email from my older brother today:

I received a voice mail from some very rude bitch who did not identify herself or her firm.  She stated she had a right to contact me because she is unable to contact you.

Her message:  There is a formal complaint filed against you.  You must call 833-960-XXXX and reference file BFA 14598 regarding the pending allegations.

I honestly have no idea what this is all about. My scam radar went off, but that doesn’t really make sense either. The 833 prefix is a toll-free number apparently. Anyway, as far as I’m concerned she can keep on looking, I have no intention of calling. I haven’t lived in the USA for years and years, can’t imagine how I might have generated a “formal complaint” from anyone. If it were something from my working days, well, they have my email address. Hell, even a Google search would probably reveal my current whereabouts.

Oh, wait a minute! Did one of you readers finally complain about the boring drivel I post here every day? Damn it! Guilty as charged.

This is the sight that greeted my weary eyes when I awoke at 0600 this morning:

After taking care of my morning chores (coffee, perusing the internet, walking the dogs) I headed out for my traditional a.m. hike. And I noted that it is fiesta time once again in our fair city. Honestly, I’m not all that clear on the concept, check out the link above and you’ll know about as much as I do. I have noticed that at least in Olongapo the fiestas are celebrated within an individual purok (neighborhood), and not necessarily on the same dates.

In news that is more pertinent to someone like me, my beach walk revealed that the Arizona floating bar has been anchored offshore. Word on the street is that it will be opening later this week. I’ll have my own damn fiesta!

On my afternoon walk yesterday I imagined this conversation:

Pulot maaari mong alisin ang basurahan?

Oo mahal

Oh, I guess I should translate that for you.

Honey, can you take out the trash?

Yes, dear.

Yes, yes, I’m showing off my mastery of Tagalog Google translate. But back to my story. As I’m coming down the mountain, I see this:

Now, I can kinda sorta understand this. There is likely no city government trash pick up service out here in the sticks, so what are your options? Lots of people just burn their garbage which is probably equally bad for the environment. I honestly don’t put this in the same category as littering, that’s just pure laziness. Anyway, this is sort of the opposite of my morning rainbow.

And I’m reminded just how filthy some Americans can be.

Alrighty, then. Time to move on. Got a Hash on the horizon this afternoon. Thanks for stopping by!

Somewhere over the rainbow way up high
There’s a land that I heard of once in a lullaby
Somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true

Someday I’ll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far
Behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That’s where you’ll find me

Somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh, why can’t I?

If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh, why can’t I?

UPDATE: Well, I’ll be damned. I used “somewhere over the rainbow” as a post title for the first time way back in August 2006. I had totally forgotten seeing The Wizard of Oz performed as a Korean play, featuring an acquaintance of mine in the role of Dorothy. It was really nice taking that stroll down memory lane this afternoon.

Not much happening on this lazy Sunday. Nothing to speak of from Saturday night either, unless you want to hear about cold beers at Cheap Charlies. Didn’t think so.

So, what does that leave me? The last bastion of a desperate blogger–shit that popped up in my Facebook feed.

I had to click on this article entitled “Absolute wanker has thing about pronouncing foreign words correctly” just to be sure it wasn’t someone I know. It’s short and funny, go give it a read. I’ll wait here for you.

That was quick! In the same vein and from the same source is this: “38-year-old man has just learned it’s ‘could have’ not ‘could of’”. I could of told him that.

Admittedly, I’m a bit of a dinosaur when it comes to getting grammar, punctuation, and pronunciation right. Is there a word for that?

Speaking of Kevin Kim, he’s taking his pie-making to a whole other level. Check out his Windmill’s breakfast pie. It’s a masterpiece! After reading his post, I went out to breakfast myself. And when I saw the chicken pie on the menu, I couldn’t resist.

And finally, I learned something today about the origin of darts:

I’ve actually not been playing all that much lately. When I do play, I’ve been throwing pretty well. I just can’t seem to recapture my passion for the game. Anyway, no big deal. I play when I feel like it or don’t have anything better to do. Last night I started out at Alley Cats but just wasn’t feeling the darts vibe, so I drank beer and took in the view at Cheap Charlies instead.

It’s all good.

Smile an everlasting smile
A smile could bring you near to me
Don’t ever let me find you gone
‘Cause that would bring a tear to me
This world has lost it’s glory
Let’s start a brand new story
Now my love right now there’ll be
No other time and I can show you
How my love

Talk in everlasting words
And dedicate them all to me
And I will give you all my life
I’m here if you should call to me
You think that I don’t even mean
A single word I say

It’s only words, and words are all
I have to take your heart away
It’s only words, and words are all
I have to take your heart away It’s only words, and words are all I have

To take your heart away

All Saints Day is apparently a big deal here in this predominately Catholic country. Who knew?

I took a Jeepney out to the mall yesterday morning. Got there a little before the assumed opening time of 10 a.m. Nope, a late opening (noon) due to the holiday. So, I took a goodly long walk around the old Navy base then popped in here for lunch:

Returned to the now open mall in search of some new shoes. I usually plan to just re-stock on all my personal needs during my annual trip to the USA. I decided not to go this year, so it’s time to see how the locals do it. I found a nice pair of New Balance sneakers to wear for everyday use. The mall also has a Merrill store which is my preferred brand for hiking shoes. Saw some I like but don’t need any just yet. The also had a Nike and Columbia store. I’m boycotting Nike and the Columbia store didn’t have much in the sizes I require. Anyway, I got what I came for this trip. Praise be to the saints of shopping!

So, it occurs to me that in my self-indulgence I’ve been negligent when it comes to sharing with you some insights into Filipino culture. And what better way to do that than through song? Mikey Bustos is a very popular actor/comedian here in the PI. In the video “If Freddie Mercury were Filipino” he hilariously depicts some of the things that make the Philippines unique, especially the food.

HaHa, when I went to pull that video, I see he’s done parodies of Lady Gaga and Michael Jackson too! So much culture, so little time! Saints preserve us!

Speaking of culture, Kevin Kim has a post about learning the native language of the country in which you reside. Now, I’ve learned a handful of words in Tagalog. But Visayan and Cebuano are also widely spoken here (depending on where you are in the country). Which is why English is supposed to be the common tongue in the Philippines. I’m working at getting better in that one at least! That doesn’t make me a saint, I know.

Hey, do you want to see my dogs?

They are not perfect, but they love me like I’m a saint. That’s good enough for me!

Overall, a very nice Sausage Walkers adventure yesterday. We took the Hashmobile 25 minutes out of town and walked back. Our path was for the most part along the banks of the Matain river in an area I had not previously walked. I always enjoy new vistas.

Well, it wasn’t entirely new. When the truck pulled off the roadway I spotted an all too familiar bridge. One that on a previous long ago walk I had refused to cross, subjecting me to some good-natured derision from my fellow hikers. Once I had confirmed that it was, in fact, the same bridge and it was indeed the plan that we should cross, I came to the same conclusion I had back then–a big NOPE! This time several others in our group agreed that discretion actually is the better part of valor and joined me on an alternative hike a few meters upriver for a more suitable crossing.

It’s similar to this “stairway to heaven” video Kevin Kim shared on his blog. At least for me.

Anyway, the group re-formed and we went on our way (the last time I’d avoided this bridge, we turned left. Yesterday we turned right. Hence, a new trail for me).

Oh, and Happy Halloween! I’ll be going to a party tonight at Queen Victoria bar. Everyone keeps asking if I’m going to dress up, so I guess I will. Pictures tomorrow!

And a quick update on Ilene. Ran into her last night at Cheap Charlies. She was with Stuart, another member of the Wednesday walking group. He asked me if I’d mind taking a photo. Well, of course I wouldn’t mind.

I made my way out to Baloy Beach yesterday afternoon and visited the recently re-opened floating bar called Kokomo’s. It’s the first one out this season (Blue Rock and Arizona also feature floating bars). I enjoy the ambiance of drinking my beers on the water for some reason.

And once I was on board I had a bit of a surprise. Amongst the dozen or so working girls young women waiting for customers were two gals I first met at the Hash–Arcel (Subic Ice Queen) and Julica (Libre Boom Boom).

And there you have an update on the drunken portion of my life. And speaking of dogs (ahem), how about these:

My dogs ain’t heroes or anything, so I guess I don’t have to worry about whatever shady things they may have done being exposed by the likes of CNN.

Now, wasn’t that fun?

Off the Florida Keys, there’s a place called Kokomo
That’s where you want to go to get away from it all
Bodies in the sand, tropical drink melting in your hand
We’ll be falling in love to the rhythm of a steel drum band
Down in Kokomo

Aruba, Jamaica, oh I want to take you to
Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama
Key Largo, Montego, baby why don’t we go
oh I want to take you down to
Kokomo, we’ll get there fast and then we’ll take it slow
That’s where we want to go, way down in Kokomo