And I’m passing time. It’s my pastime.
I’ll get to my Saturday in a minute, but first, let me post the winners from Friday’s SOB. A commenter reminded me I had neglected to do so. It’s past time that I did so. (Alright, I’ve murdered that pun enough; I’ll stop now. I promise!)
Okay, now that the old business is taken care of, let’s get to the new stuff. And by that, I mean more of the same old, same old. Ready?
I did a walk up the National Highway, which I almost immediately regretted. Not much fun dodging motorbikes and other vehicles intruding into the shoulder where I was walking. I hollered at a couple of them for all the good it did me.
I continued on the highway for a couple more kilometers so I could walk through a little beach village I like. Turned out to be a real hassle getting there because the dirt road was full of muddy lakes you had to find a way around.
Then it was back to the highway going in the opposite direction. The Saturday traffic leaving Barretto wasn’t as bad as what I had faced on the walk out (I always walk facing traffic, so the Saturday tourists coming into town were the ones driving like maniacs).
Once I was back in Barretto, I stopped by Sit-n-Bull and got a pulled pork sandwich to take home with me. Sorry, no pic. I was hungry!
A shower, a nap, and some more Manifest (up to episode 15 now) filled the afternoon hours. When it was time to head into town, I started out at IDM. A nice surprise to see Scott and Chris there after their golf outing. It was good to have some familiar faces to drink with for a change. I just stayed for a couple though; I had work to do.
I got a message about a meet-up with Johnny at Cameltoe (Kamto), so when I finished at Bar Barretto, I headed to the other side of town.
Two or three more drinks, then it was time to head on home. At least my tab was under 2000 pesos this time. I guess that’s a bargain for good food, good music, and good people to hang with.
Time for a little TV before I head out to my Sunday rendevous at Hideaway. As always, thanks for reading.
Well, that Hot Zone dancer is certainly letting it all hang out. Nothing left to the imagination. And since we’re on the subject of muffs, those muffins look good. Sad not to be a pic of the pulled-pork sandwich, but it will live on in my head.
The Wet Spot dancers are posed in a way that reminds me of the Buddhist temple guardians known as the Four Heavenly Kings (sa-cheon-wang—do a Google Images search for 사천왕, and you’ll see what I mean: very similar martial poses).
How’re your feet?
By the way, I just saw a burrito video you might enjoy, especially if you can get your hands on some chorizo (spicy Mexican/Spanish sausage).
Thanks for the links. Burrito looks great; I’ll have to ask around about chorizo.
I checked out the Heavenly Kings and images, and yeah, I saw the similarity. I wonder if that was inadvertent or if they were aiming to create that appearance.
I’m betting it was inadvertent, but I thought it was funny.
As for this:
Sad not to be a pic of the pulled-pork sandwich, but it will live on in my head.
I must have been drunk or high. I think I meant either
Sad not to SEE a pic of the pulled-pork sandwich, but it will live on in my head.
or
Sad FOR THERE not to be a pic of the pulled-pork sandwich, but it will live on in my head.
I blame auto-correct. Or age.
Actually, I got the meaning in your original iteration–you were sad a pic of the sandwich was “not to be.” Almost Shakesperian.
Auto-correct, age, or being human; it’s all good.