A wild and crazy day, at least by my standards. I started with my usual Thursday solo walk and then did a bar hop in the evening. Hmm, that doesn’t sound all that wild and crazy after all. Here’s how it went down:
Speaking of hikes, I left out my favorite photo from the Wednesday hike post.
I got home, did my everyday routines (napping and blogging), and then you know what it was time for:
Here’s what my bar hop looked like:
Anyway, Whiskey Girl was my first stop, and I arrived right at the 5:00 p.m. opening time. My old dart mate Mark is managing the place now, so we had a good chat. My drinking companion was waitress Jenn, and we had an interesting talk about the bargirl lifestyle and some of the unique challenges the girls face. She appreciated the fact that Mark didn’t hassle her when she recently declined to go with a customer. Apparently, that’s not always been the case with other managers. Jenn also told me that when she first started working, “take out” wasn’t available. The flip side of the coin is that is the best opportunity for the girls to make a decent salary. I don’t have an issue with it as long as the girl isn’t coerced into taking part.
I was using a “buy one, get one” coupon and also bought some drinks for Jenn and one for the mamasan. The first time I’d done that, mamasan was surprised because she said she didn’t think I liked her. I assured her that was not the case and it was nice to get to know her a little better. Before leaving, I gave Jenn a Christmas gift envelope.
The next stop was Alaska Club. Owner Jerry always shouts out a warm greeting, and the girls are always sweet to me too. My coupon was good for all the SOB bars, so the bottles of beer kept on coming, and I was not feeling any pain. I called my favorite dancer, Marissa, down from the stage to join me. I also gave all the dancers a 50 peso tip for working hard to entertain me. Marissa mentioned that she goes to the gym with one of the other dancers, and I thought I should have her join us. I mistakenly pointed to the wrong dancer, and rather than be an ass and send her back; I had her and the gym partner join my table.
It was a good time, and I’ll be seeing Marissa again tonight at the SOB. I wasn’t finished with the fun yet, though. I made Wet Spot my next venue.
As soon as I took my seat, my regular waitress was there again, apologizing for the poor service I had inadvertently received the night before. She explained she had been distracted by another task and that it wouldn’t happen again. I reassured her that my issue hadn’t been with her; it was the other waitresses just sitting around ignoring me that peeved me. Anyway, stellar service last night, and all is well now.
I had an errand to attend to near Mugshots (yes, a bargirl in financial distress), so I popped in and had a beer with the waitress I know there. I was pretty much maxed out at this point, and bedtime was approaching, so I nixed the idea I had about making Hot Zone my last stop and went home instead.
As I was writing this bar hop report, this song started playing in my head:
Now, I'm a jet fuel genius - I can solve the world's problems Without even trying I got dozens of friends and the fun never ends That is, as long as I'm buying Is it any wonder I'm not the president Is it any wonder I'm null and void? Is it any wonder I've got Too much time on my hands? It's ticking away with my sanity I've got too much time on my hands It's hard to believe such a calamity I got too much time on my hands And it's ticking away, ticking away from me
I don’t know if anyone else does this, but lately, when I wake up in the wee hours of the morning after a night like last night, I start talking to myself. I mean, out loud, as if I were having a conversation. And I guess, in a way, I am. But at least that person in my head seems to see things for what they are, and it all makes sense when he’s explaining it to me. No need to go into details here, but things are what they are, and everything is going to work out fine. I think I’m beginning to achieve the Zen that comes with acceptance. (I know next to nothing about Buddhism, so if that use of Zen is in the wrong context, I’m sure one of my readers will set me straight)
Anyway, another drunken SOB is on tap for tonight, this time at Queen Victoria. It’s good to know the house will be safe while I’m away.
Not bad for a beginner. I’m talking about making maps, not the drinking part. Still not there yet; I need a version showing street names, I think, and maybe local landmarks.
And a way to show us the order in which you’re visiting places.
I don’t know if anyone else does this, but lately, when I wake up in the wee hours of the morning after a night like last night, I start talking to myself.
I talk to myself all the time, even in public, and I sometimes get caught doing it. I guess that’s better than habitually whacking off in public.
re: Zen
In common “normie” parlance, Zen merely refers to a kind of calm or inner equilibrium, which is at least partially what Zen is about. Even in French, the expression rester Zen, i.e., to stay calm or serene, is used and means about the same thing.
Good to see the guard dawgs.
If you have a friend in your head, you are never alone!!
Good to know service improved. I am busy playing with the menorah and spinning my dreidel.
P.S I am not spammer.
Yeah, it was just a one-off, that’s why it stood out.
Missed you at the SOB last night, but I guess those dreidels aren’t gonna spin themselves…
P.S.: Properly prepared Spam can be surprisingly tasty. Just sayin’.
Brian, Me and my echo chamber, the fun never ends!
“And a way to show us the order in which you’re visiting places.”
I can draw a line between them, but that doesn’t really tell you the sequence. I do have an idea for numbering I’ll try next time.
Hmm, I’ve never tried that whacking-off in public thing. If I get caught talking to myself, I’ll just say, “I always talk to the smartest person in the room.”
Thanks for the comment; it created a moment of Zen for me…