Our Friday hiking group got off the streets and into the hills for the first time in quite some time. Better yet, we took a trail that we hadn’t tried in a long time, so it all felt fresh. Of course, if we haven’t walked a particular path with any frequency, there’s usually a reason for that. Yesterday’s trek featured a tough steep climb and some muddy spots, but it was nice to get some elevation again. More on that and the photos later in this post.
Of course, it being Friday night meant spending the time at the SOB. Last night’s event was held at the Alaska Club, and the place was packed. More of a party vibe than usual, with a loud and raucous crowd enjoying the show and the free-flowing alcohol.
Shiela also did her first-ever blow job last night, and I’ve got a picture!
I’m still waiting for the sponsor to post pictures of the contest last night, and I’ll update here when they are available. In the meantime, here’s a video of the Alaska Club performance from last week. (Scroll ahead to the 2:00 minute mark to avoid having to sit through the prep work for their routine.)
UPDATE: Here are the pics:
After the SOB, I attended the Aftermath gathering at Wet Spot. More drinking and more coupons to expend during the coming days. What a life, huh?
I left the bar at 10:00, which is late for me, but I made it home in one piece and apparently did nothing to embarrass myself prior to my departure. I’ll call that a win.
Well, there was one thing that happened that I’m a little embarrassed about. I got a phone message which is very rare for me, so rare in fact that I seldom check my phone. Most people contact me via Facebook messenger. Anyway, the message said:
“Hi John, good morning this is Sheryll”
Okay, well, I know a couple of gals named Sheryll and just assumed it was the one from our hiking group. So, I responded, Hello, what’s up?
The response was:
“Hi John, can we meet up sometime?”
Wait a minute! The Sheryll I was thinking of is married and would never ask me to meet her. So, now I’m trying to figure out just who in the hell I’m messaging. I couldn’t recall giving any of the random females I know my phone number; I just don’t do that. After wracking my brain for a bit, I messaged, I’m sorry, can you tell me how we met?
“Hi John, this is Sheryll, the owner of the house in Alta Vista.”
Oh, shit. My future landlord! Anyway, she didn’t seem to take offense at my Biden-like conduct. She wanted to set up a meeting to discuss the future rental agreement. So, I arranged to meet her this morning at her nearby office (she owns a construction company with her husband).
Anyway, the meeting was just to get more details about what I want and need to have her leave furniture-wise and to reiterate some of the points we had discussed at our initial meeting. I also think she wanted to be reassured about the sincerity of my interest. I told her I hoped it would be the last house I ever lived in. Of course, it goes without saying that I plan to live as long as I can.
So, let’s do those hike pictures, shall we?
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Welp, I’m still in the game, so I’m gonna keep on playin’ as best I can. Stick around for the next adventure!
Yeah, I don’t think I can do those sorts of steep climbs anymore—not since the stroke. I’d probably suffocate from the heat and humidity, anyway. Hats off to you for being able to do all that.
You do get used to the heat after a while, and there’s a big difference between an 8k versus a 24K hike…my hats off to you!