We defeated the hapless It Doesn’t Matter in yesterday’s darts competition 13-0. We are in first place heading into the last few weeks of the season. It will likely come down to how we fare in our match-up with the second-place team in three weeks.
Hung around IDM for a bit after the match was concluded. Bought a drink for my waitress, Agnes, and as we were chatting, that young girl with the bad teeth I mentioned in this post came by selling her lumpia. I asked the girl her name, and she told me “Dimple.” Ah, that’s sweet. Then I asked how old she was and she said “eighteen.” I told her bola bola (a polite way of saying bullshit in Tagalog). She just smiled shyly and looked down at the ground. I wound up buying some of her wares for the IDM girls to share. Agnes told me she lives near the girl’s family in San Isidro. So, I told Agnes my thinking about wanting to help this kid out with her teeth and maybe her education but that I didn’t want to be directly involved–just the money man behind the scenes. Agnes agreed to investigate a bit and talk to the mother on my behalf. So, we will see what happens with that.
I had a hankering for the Maui chicken burger from Sit-n-Bull, so I headed up the road to get one.
I went next door to Wet Spot for some more drinking and sat at the “backslappers” table with manager Brett and owner Dave. Of course, my bar sweetie Aine was there by my side, earning her drink commissions. Aine did chide for how long it had been since my last visit, and I reminded her that the bar had been closed on Sunday and Monday. She also wants me to “take her out.” At some point, maybe I will, but I’m not really feeling it now.
I stuck pretty well to my “diet” on Day 2 of my weight reduction efforts: lower beer intake with the void being filled with gin and soda. I’m snacking less, not eating ice cream, and that chicken sandwich was my only real meal for the day. The only downside is I haven’t quite balanced out the more potent content of the gin drinks than the beer they replaced. I got a little drunker than usual last night. I vaguely recall stopping at Queen Victoria on my way home but I don’t remember what I did there. Anyway, I’ll figure out how to maintain the right balance. Practice, practice, practice!
An enjoyable morning hike with the Wednesday Walkers group. Around 7K (I forgot to start the tracker right away, so I only recorded a little over 6K), with two moderate climbs and a pleasant stroll back to Alta Vista on the My Bitch trail.
You can Relive the hike here if you’d like:
Let’s see what today will bring that I can write about tomorrow.
Susan heading home on My Bitch.
Man, that’s a strange image. Sounds as though “My Bitch” is the name of a horse.
When I first started hiking on my own here, I kept looking for a trail that would take me from Alta Vista to Rizal Extension on the other side of town. I kept taking wrong turns and detours, but I eventually learned the right way to go. I remember saying out loud on that day, “you’re my bitch now!”. The name stuck. So, yeah, I broke that horse!
Noble gesture on your part regarding young Dimple but you might consider first providing a toothbrush and tube of paste, and some basic oral hygiene education, before biting further into your wallet. Start slow and encourage some personal responsibility, or you may just be setting yourself up for disappointment and broadcasting that you’re a soft touch.
Good point, DS. Although in the case of her teeth, I expect it is a lost cause…she might already be at the stage of needing dentures. But yeah, I intend to be cautious.