Shopping day yesterday, and I continue to be astounded by the way prices on things I enjoy continue to rise. Let’s take a look at some American beef, shall we?
I also took a look at their ribeyes:
Speaking of eating, two months into my beer reduction diet and today’s weigh-in shows that I have achieved a one-pound INCREASE in weight. Hmm. Maybe eating a half-gallon of ice cream in one setting isn’t such a good idea.
In other news, I had a bit of a scare yesterday afternoon. I was getting a massage, and during the “happy ending” portion, I lost my ability to breathe. Well, technically, I was breathing, but my damaged lungs apparently couldn’t absorb any oxygen from the air intake. I reached for my inhaler, but it didn’t seem to help. It was the worst attack I’ve had since being diagnosed with COPD several years ago. People joke about wanting to die doing something they love but going from carnal bliss to the edge of unconsciousness was no laughing matter for me. I put on some shorts and rushed to my desk to fire up my nebulizer. After a couple of minutes of inhaling those salbutamol sulfate vapors, the capillaries in my lungs finally opened up, and I could breathe again. I apologized to my masseuse for the abrupt ending and sent her home. Damn, I hope that never happens again!
Nothing really special about my evening out. I baked up some brownies and brought some chocolate to the gals at Snackbar as a thank-you for their kindness on my birthday. Bought them all a drink and had a couple myself, then headed down to Hot Zone to use the 500 peso voucher I won at last week’s SOB. Once that mission was completed, I dropped into Green Room and bought the new girl there a drink. Then I made my way home nicely buzzed.
My first thought when I saw the above was that forty years does seem like a pretty extreme gap. Then I did the math and realized that anyone twenty-seven or below is 40+ years younger than me. Now, I do gravitate to the gals in their 30s, but tonight I’ll be feeding Joy, who, if memory serves, is twenty-three. Oh well, that’s only forty-four years. And who’s counting? After all, age is just a number.
COPD rears its ugly head. I don’t know what you can do to minimize the frequency of attacks… maybe your doctors can suggest something. Meantime, I guess you gave your masseuse a scare, eh? Do you think she’ll ever come back, or is she worried she might kill you?
Those beef prices are typical for Korea, but I’m seeing a general price rise here, too, on items other than beef. We’re all feeling the pinch.
I get the impression that the PI is an age-gap paradise if you’re a Western retiree. Creepy Joe (and Clint Eastwood, too, really, although history’s going to forgive Eastwood) would feel right at home! Bring on the pricey meat!
That sounds like a horrible experience.
Kev, yeah, I’m going to bring the recent COPD exacerbation to my docs attention. Maybe there is something else I can try. Pre-diagnosis, I’d have these attacks with some frequency. I think you were with me once when I had to sit down and catch my breath while walking home from dinner. That attack the other day during sex (it wasn’t a handjob, BTW) was the first in a LONG time, which made it even scarier. It used to be that I’d use a nebulizer three or four times a month; now, I’m nebulizing that much daily. Something is going on, and it ain’t good.
Yeah, this older-younger thing is common here, and no one pays much attention. Folks from elsewhere always seem to assume the worst intentions. Sure, there are some who are scammers, but I also see many very loving relationships, like Eastwood’s. Back home, the gals go for young and handsome. Here it is for the security that comes from being with someone “rich.” Which is more shallow?
Age gaps are bullshit. Anyone with parents can vouch for that.
That said, there’s a long list of internet legends who went out on top of or underneath a woman. Make sure if it happens to you, you’re at least underneath. Think of the pitiful but grasping wench having to detach herself from and slither out from underneath a cadaver….
Unrelatedly, I have a question.
What’s the legal status of psilocybin in the Philippines? Is it hawked or does it grow in your region? Anyone in your circle partake..?
Ok that’s three, I know…
Dan, as a matter of fact, I was underneath. That is why it was so surprising. She was doing almost all the work.
I don’t know the legal status of psilocybin specifically, but generally, ALL street drugs are illegal here. I may possession of marijuana is a jailable, non-bailable, offense. No one has ever tried to sell me any drugs on the street except viagra. I’ve never heard of or seen (not that I’d know what it looks like) psilocybin growing wild here.
Just say no! 🙂