Today’s post title is the answer to the question: What do you say when you ain’t got nothin’ to say? I’ll keep it as painless as possible. Anyway, I’m still not sure what the fuck is going on with my life, but I’m preparing for any contingency. Sorry to keep y’all in suspense, but I need more time to figure this out.

In the meantime, there’s yesterday to tell you about, such as it was.

And that’s the only photo I took during my 6K Naugsol loop hike. I guess I just wasn’t in the mood.

I was on my own in town yesterday, and started things off at the familiar Cheap Charlies. I took my usual seat facing the highway, and lo and behold, Hot Zone owner Jay came outdoors with his pet.

So, I ordered a snack for myself and some food for the girls from Foodies downstairs. Maintained my one-beer-per-30-minute pace and chilled. After seeing Jay and his snake, I realized it had been a year or more since my last visit to Hot Zone. One of the reasons for my absence is the relatively late opening of 7 pm. Nothing was stopping me last night, though. Since I still had fifteen minutes before Hot Zone opened, I went to the bar next door, Bob’s, for a beer.

Yikes! The doorgirl recognized me from when she worked at Blue Butterfly and invited me inside. I was the only customer in a relatively small bar. There were four unattractive gals on stage and a drunk or crazy waitress who accosted me as soon as I sat down. That ain’t my style, and I felt very uncomfortable in her grabby presence. I downed my beer and got the hell out of there in record time.

Hot Zone was quiet with only one other customer when I arrived. But oh, what a difference you see in a well-run bar. The dancers were all in uniform, slender and attractive. The waitstaff was numerous and attentive, but didn’t hover around your table like hungry mosquitoes. The mamasan I remembered from previous visits was still there, and she came to my table for a nice chat. I was dismayed to learn that Hot Zone no longer offers single-lady drinks; you have to buy a bottled drink for 300 pesos. Sorry, I have my limits (200 pesos). I did share some cookies and lollipops with the staff, which seemed to be appreciated. Owner Jay, the former Grandmaster of the Subic Hash, came out to greet me and bought me a beer. It was nice catching up with him again. Girly bars are really not my thing, but I can attest that Hot Zone is by far the best I’ve seen in Barretto.

And then my time was up, so I grabbed a trike for home.

From the September 2018 LTG archives, I entertain my first visitor since the move to the PI, my nephew Justin. In this post, I share the experience of his first night on the town in Barretto.

Checking in with Reekay for today’s YouTube video. He discusses the pros and cons of relationships post-retirement. As usual, he makes some valid points. To my thinking, it all comes down to the individual and his tolerance for drama. I’m not sure there is any such thing as a peaceful relationship, but then, what do I know? I’m the stereotypical bad example.

My humor is a little off as well.

And that’s all I’ve got for today.