…but I’m holding on.

The relationship cycle:

When I was 13, I hoped that one day I would have a girlfriend with big tits.

When I was 16 I got a girlfriend with big tits, but there was no passion, so I decided I needed a passionate girl with a zest for life.
In college I dated a passionate girl, but she was too emotional. Everything was an emergency; she was a drama queen, cried all the time and threatened suicide. So I decided I needed a girl with stability.

When I was 25 I found a very stable girl but she was boring. She was totally predictable and never got excited about anything. Life became so dull that I decided that I needed a girl with some excitement.

When I was 28 I found an exciting girl, but I couldn’t keep up with her. She rushed from one thing to another, never settling on anything. She did mad impetuous things and made me miserable as often as happy. She was great fun initially and very energetic, but directionless. So I decided to find a girl with some real ambition.

When I turned 30, I found a smart ambitious girl with her feet planted firmly on the ground, so I married her. She was so ambitious that she divorced me and took everything I owned.

I am older and wiser now, and I am looking for a girl with big tits.

Bada bing! That’s an oldie, hope I haven’t used it here before.

So, there was a little break in the storm yesterday afternoon and I opened that window of opportunity and made my way to Alley Cats in time for the dart tournament. My partner, Nancy, and I played well enough to take home first place money. That’s back to back wins for me, but who’s counting? Little by little I’m getting my game back. Still nowhere near where I was in my prime, but not as bad as I recently have been either.

After darts, I braved the weather and took up my regular perch on the back patio of Mango’s.

Then the wind kicked up a notch and blew me back inside. Well, not literally, but you know what I mean. It was windy inside the regular bar too. It felt kinda like sticking your head out of the car window at 30 m.p.h. or so. One beer in those conditions was quite enough so I made my way home.

I’ve mentioned before that what I don’t like about these early afternoon dart tourneys is that they throw me off my rhythm. Starting my beer regimen at 2:00 versus 5:00 makes a world of difference. I was knackered when I got home and after a great strawberry-banana smoothie, I hit the hay before 8:00. And then I woke up at 2:00 a.m. and couldn’t get back to sleep. Came downstairs and noticed Buddy was sleeping just fine:

I went back to bed around 3:00 and I’ll be damned if that fucker Darius Rucker wasn’t singing “Wagon Wheel” yet again inside my head. It pissed me off that despite seriously trying to control my own brain I couldn’t turn it off. I finally had to go back downstairs for my headphones and play other music to drown him out. Weird shit.

It rained most of the night but this morning there was a respite right around dog walking time.

Back home and ready for breakfast. Well, a couple of days ago I had another order of American ribeye steaks delivered. They had been marinating since yesterday so I fired up the grill, waited a few minutes, then slapped on the meat.

After breakfast, I waited out another rain shower then hit the street. A commenter on yesterday’s post wondered why they didn’t use underground utility lines here to lessen service interruptions. So, I set about to document why:

Anyway, I’m not one to complain. Much. In a country with a well-defined rainy season and persistent flooding issues, the fact that they haven’t mastered a simple drainage system tells you all you need to know I suppose.

Alright then, I’m going to play darts again this afternoon. Hey, I’m on a roll. The tourney is at Johan’s on Baloy Beach so I can get my afternoon steps in as well. I’d call that a win-win. Well, hopefully, a win-win-win.