Rollin’ with the flow

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Having some log-on issues again, hopefully this post will find the light of day when I hit publish. The only way to find out is to write one, so here goes.

A short 5K solo street walk in the morning and a visit from Mary in the afternoon were the highlights of the daytime hours. But let’s talk about Saturday night, even if there wasn’t anything extraordinary about it. Still, a typical night on the town beats sitting around feeling miserable, right?

I didn’t have a date, but I wasn’t alone.

I walked to the far side of town and grabbed some grub at John’s place. It was nice to see him up and about and on his feet again. I perused the menu and went with my old favorite, the pulled pork sandwich. And John’s is the best one in town.

As yummy as it looks. Or maybe more so, given my lack of photography skills.

I got bored while my meal was being prepared and decided to snap pictures of the menu for my foodie reader(s) to enjoy. Again, sorry for the lack of quality, but you’ll at least get an idea of what’s on offer.

Hungry yet?

With my stomach full, it was time to get to work. I dropped into It Doesn’t Matter to see if there was any news regarding a gathering to honor Bob’s memory. Apparently, there was a viewing taking place at the funeral parlor at that moment.

This photo is from a friend’s FB page. I’m not interested in seeing the remains, but I would like to raise a glass to honor Bob’s memory. Still no word on whether such an event will occur.

I finished my one beer at IDM and moved on.

This coupon from Friday’s SOB was burning a hole in my pocket. It wasn’t 5 p.m. yet, so the only SOB bar open for early birds like me was The Green Room. Fine, let’s go!

The sports bar ambiance of The Green Room is comfortable, the waitresses are friendly, the music is good, and the beer is cold. I always sit near the pool table, and watching people play can be entertaining (no dancers in this bar). And then I did something I don’t recall ever having done before in a bar:

I ordered a cup of coffee. No, it wasn’t Starbucks, just a packet of instant. The night was young and I was yawning like crazy. The coffee did seem to perk me up some.

I managed to spend 500 pesos of the 750 on the coupon and decided it was time to move on down the highway. Next stop, Sloppy Joe’s. I gotta say, if I updated my Bars of Barretto rankings, this joint would be my new number one.

My pal Chris was handling the music again, and I was enjoying hearing my old favorites from the 60s and 70s once more. Lousy picture, but that’s Jim Morrison of The Doors on the big screen. Yeah, the music videos are pretty cool to see as well.
My other viewpoint from the barstool is the National Highway. Watching traffic can be entertaining as well (and a little scary at times). That’s Barretto’s finest hotel across the street.
And something else that’s always nice to see is a round of shots for all the customers courtesy of the manager. Thanks for that!

I had chatted with Angie earlier in the day and told her I’d try to pop into Queen Victoria to see her on my home. Being a man of my word, I made Queen Vic my nightcap venue. When I first sat down at the bar, Irish approached me, but I told her sorry, I’m here to see Angie. And soon enough, Angie was there at my side. I really enjoyed her company last night, and I hope she really does join me at the Hash on Monday.

Having now exhausted the remainder of my coupon (and then some), I caught a trike for home, once again arriving prior to my self-imposed 9 p.m. curfew. I had some pecan pie from Sit-n-Bull in the fridge, so I warmed it up in the microwave, slapped a couple of scoops of vanilla ice cream on top, and indulged my sweet tooth before dragging my fat ass to bed.

Speaking of curfews, FB memories showed me a post I’d made on this date in 2020 at the height of the scamdemic craziness. I was kind of proud of the fact that I saw through the bullshit from the beginning and also a little surprised that Facebook hadn’t censored it at Uncle Sam’s bidding.

Those were the days. Hopefully, everyone has wised up to the con now.

And now I’m in the arms of a quiet Sunday.

Took the boys for their morning walk
Enjoyed the bay view from the ‘hood
Then took myself on a 7K solitary Sunday stroll

I’ve got a batch of chili in the crockpot, and I’ll bake up some cornbread to enjoy with it when I return from my Sunday evening drinking duties, starting with feeding the girls at Hideaway.

Life is good. We’ll see if it gets gooder.

This came up on the playlist that Spotify suggested. Hmm, I can relate, even if I’m not Charlie Rich fan.

4 thoughts on “Rollin’ with the flow”

  1. Good to get an update on John. And his pulled-pork sandwich looks quite delish.

    Someone went all-out on Bob! Quite a casket. Since I won’t care when I’m dead, I’ll be happy with just a pine box if it comes to that, but I’d actually rather be cremated and spread around somewhere (or, like in the movie “Captain Fantastic,” dumped into a toilet). Oh, and I was recently reminded that I ought to work on a last will and testament.

  3. Spread your ashes along the My Bitch trail and have it renamed to The John McCrarey Trail.

  4. I like it! I actually thought the My Bitch would be a good location, not that I’m going to care one way or the other. They’d have to use my Hash name, though. Still, the Cum Together trail has a nice ring to it…

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