But this post is about Sunday, so let’s get to that.

Next up on my agenda for the day was the Hideaway feeding.

A bar devoid of customers can’t survive for long, and Hideaway was deserted when I arrived. I’m only there once a week now and only for a couple of hours, so I can’t say for sure what’s going on. Joy tells me she goes home every night around 7 p.m., even on the weekends. Not good!

One thing Barretto doesn’t lack is options, and I exercised mine with a visit to the Arizona floating bar.

But we weren’t done with our night on the town just yet. The manager at Green Room was celebrating a birthday, so we popped in to extend our greetings.

I’m trying to watch my food intake, so I passed on most of the offerings. But for some reason, I just couldn’t resist this cupcake:

Anyway, it was a pretty good day.

Quora Q&A time:

Q: What was the age difference of the youngest/oldest person you ever slept with? Was it a fling or did it last?

A: Well, we didn’t sleep a wink, but a couple of weeks ago, I had sex with a 22-year-old woman. I’m 65. Not that unusual, really, because, as they say in the Philippines, “age is just a number.” It only lasted about 30 minutes or so, which doesn’t even qualify as a fling. It was a basic transactional relationship. We both got what we wanted.

That was over three years ago. Subsequently, my lowest threshold was achieved with an eighteen-year-old. That was too weird even for me. And thankfully, those days of meaningless casual dalliances are behind me.

Speaking of perversion, there’s this:

Alright, time to get on with the rest of the day. The map of the Hash trail I saw looks like a tough one. Only one way to find out!