Party on my wayward son…

…you’ll be drunk when you are done…

Anyway, a good time at the Alley Cats Christmas party last night. I got all dressed up for the occasion:

I don’t recall exactly when I where I received this shirt, but I’m thinking it was my last year in Korea.

Where’s my Ho Ho Ho’s at?

Ah, here they are. The staff at Alley Cats. Well, the little girl is the daughter of a staffer…

Owner Dean (black t-shirt above) put out quite a feast, including the traditional Filipino holiday favorite, Lechon.

Roasted pig. I like the meat, but the Filipinas were going crazy over the skin. They eat it like a potato chip.

Speaking of pigs, Facebook saw fit to remind me how I looked four years ago:

A couple of sad things besides me in the photo. I’m wearing the now deceased Sohee’s shades. And this is just around the time that Jee Yeun changed my life by dumping me.

Anyway, the quest for beauty in my life continues.

There was this tree in blossom I saw while walking the dogs this morning.

It’s a start. You just have to have a little faith.

And trust. Who am I to say otherwise? I’ve experienced the wrath of Mary first hand.


Carry on my wayward son
There’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry no more

Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high

Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I’m dreaming
I can hear them say

Carry on my wayward son
There’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry no more

Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man
Well, it surely means that I don’t know

On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about, I’m like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say

Carry on my wayward son
There’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry no more no!

Carry on
You will always remember
Carry on
Nothing equals the splendor
Now your life’s no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you

Carry on my wayward son
There’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry
Don’t you cry no more

No more!

5 thoughts on “Party on my wayward son…

  1. “Speaking of Pigs….” Great name for a bar or third album. You look unrecognizable between pics. Have to say I prefer the blue shirt in your walrus years to the one dollar Santa tee on the svelter version.

  2. Great tree photo. You have an eye for beauty. (When it comes to trees, anyway. Heh.)

    I’ll have to try lechon at some point. I’ve seen YouTube videos about it. Looks amazing.

  3. Yeah, and the shirt has bad grammar to boot.

    The word for pig Tagalog is “baboy”. For the longest time, I thought the gals here were calling my handsome. Oh well.

  4. Sad? No, I think you look pretty cool in the blue Walrus shirt and shades Mccrarey. Look like a biker dude. A striking resemblance to Paul Teutul from American Chopper. I can see you riding down the highway with Harley-riding Peter Fonda(Wyatt) and Dennis Hopper(Billy) in the movie Easy Rider. BTW, there used to be a bar in Songtan outside Osan AB called EasyRiders. Was one of my favourite bars. Had some choppers inside the bar, played cool music and the best part was, no Juicy Girls. Peace Out!

  5. Yeah, I remember that bar. May have even dropped in for a beer once. I was usually in the darts bars back then. Love the movie and still play the music on my Spotify playlist…

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