Take last night for example. Beer o’clock finally rolled around so I walked out the door and didn’t stop until I plopped my ass down on my favorite chair at It Doesn’t Matter. It was around 4:30 when I arrived and neither of my favorite waitresses, Roan and Agnes, had started their shift yet. No worries, my beer was as cold as usual and there was no need to buy lady drinks. Not that I mind.

So, with no one to talk to, I let my eyes and mind wander. There’s a food stand across the street from IDM that appears to cater mostly to trike drivers. I spotted a pretty girl scooping rice into cups and couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Then I decided I’d practice using the zoom feature on my camera.

Once I’d had my fill of eye candy, I finished my beer and continued on to the next stop on my bar crawl–Cheap Charlies. Another typical visit with my regular crew there…a back rub, some lady drinks, and beers for me of course.

A couple of beers later I was on my way. Finally got to try a new place called Sloppy Joe’s. No, they don’t serve sandwiches. It’s a tiny bar with a small outdoor seating area. I ordered a beer and sat down outside. The waitress came out and lit one of those mosquito repellant coils. Hmm. Anyway, I got a close-up view of the passing traffic on the highway and not much else. The beer was 75 pesos, a mid-range price, but it didn’t appear any female company was available.

Finished my beer and went next door to Alaska Club, one of my sentimental favorites. Greeted the owner, bought my waitress a drink, gave the dancers on stage (four of them) a 50 peso tip for their efforts, had a second beer, then said goodnight.

I still had enough juice to crawl on down to Queen Victoria for a nightcap. It was a little weird at first because my “regular” girl there and the new one I met on her birthday a couple of weeks ago were both vying for my attention. When the new one joined me at the bar, the first one appeared to have her feelings hurt and sat down pouting by the pool table. I called her over to come sit on my other side and ordered up a round of drinks. That seemed to do the trick.

So, there’s a little glimpse of what a bar crawl looks like on a Saturday night. And yes, I was home by my self-imposed curfew of 9:00 p.m.

This morning I needed to satisfy my walkaholic urges, so I took a 10K stroll out and about and around and through the San Isidro area.

I made it home. Here’s your chance to Relive the experience.

https://www.relive.cc/view/vQvxnngQ296

And now what will I do? Trying to decide. I got an offer of “boom-boom” this morning from an acquaintance who used to work in a bar. I told her I’d let her know. The man in me is considering it, but my big head is telling me I can do better. I guess I just need to decide who’s gonna do my thinking for me today. Either way, there is bound to be some beer awaiting me later in the afternoon. I’m sure I’ll fill the hours, however comfortably and well. I’m happy to be alive so I reckon I’ll do some living, one way or another.

Thanks for sharing the adventure.