The hills are alive

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And so am I. So far, at least.

Started the morning with the Wednesday Walkers group hike. Only three in attendance this week. We did a shady hike on the My Bitch trail, and came back down in the familiar streets of San Isidro. We didn’t beat the heat, but we survived it.

This week’s hike mates were Chris and Ed.
Looking down on the Naugsol Valley at the high point of our trek.
And the San Isidro side of things.
Nothing new or exciting to see, but the shade was nice.
Life’s a Bitch sometimes.
The stats from our Wednesday outing.

When I headed into town with my gal later in the afternoon, we witnessed a rare sighting of Mary Poppins:

It’s been a long time since I even thought of that story.

The first order of business was a visit to the Angel’s Touch salon for a foot spa and pedicure.

The agony of the feet.

I was finished before Swan, so I waited for her at Red Bar. When she arrived, we enjoyed some beverages on the outdoor patio, then headed up the highway for dinner at Mylene’s. We both ordered off the Filipino menu:

Beef kare kare for Swan
And sweet and sour pork for me.
Perhaps next time we’ll try some of their fresh seafood.

We did our Wednesday “seldom-visited bars” thing.

First stop, Nipsey’s. We were the only customers upon arrival, and the vibe was zilch. I used to know someone who worked here, but she must be gone now.
Our nightcap was at Cloud 69. It was not busy, but it still had a friendly vibe. Our waitress friend Sheryl took good care of us (and was rewarded with lady drinks).

(Both of those bar photos were taken this morning on my walk.)

Then we headed back home, where the night did not end well. Things still aren’t right today, but hopefully there will be a resolution soon.

Every little bit hurts.

I’ve progressed to May of 2007 in my journey through the LTG archives. And I was astonished to find a post that was actually interesting. It recounts some strange happenings at home and then ends with my only encounter with Korean police during my time in Seoul. Certainly worthy of inclusion in The Story of My Life.

And three years ago, I had some pizza. This one is for commenter Bentley:

It looks like it has pineapple on top, just the way Filipinos like it.

Today’s YouTube video is from Smart Girl Philippines reminding her viewers not to pay for O.P.P. (other people’s pussy). It’s short and sweet, just like she is. She’s fun to watch!

Humor me these:

It’s been a long time since I enjoyed a roll in the hay.
Wise words, indeed!
Happy now, Bentley?

And so it goes. I’m kind of on edge, waiting to see if my life is about to take a wrong turn, but there’s nothing I can say about it at the moment. The greatest gift you can give someone you love is happiness. I’ll leave it at that for now.

Word.

6 thoughts on “The hills are alive”

  1. Thank you! Now we just need evidence of you gouging on pizza and everyone concerned will be happy.

  2. Well, good luck with whatever the problem is. Here’s hoping it’s not as serious as you might be thinking.

  4. Re: Your encounter with the Korean police back in ’07.

    First time in Korea (early 2000’s), i was working in a small town on the west coast. The first time I saw a drunk driving checkpoint, the initial method the cops used (I assume for screening purposes) was to have the driver breath into a paper cup, which the police would then smell. Ick! With all the garlic and spices that Koreans eat, that would have been a pretty disgusting duty.

  5. Brian, Yeah, that does sound gross. In my case they had a hand-held breathalyzer and if your registered high on that, they had a bigger and presumably more accurate one on the curb. I knew I was legally sober, but it was still pretty scary. I am very much opposed to drinking and driving and always did subway or taxi if after drinking.

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