I reckon Tuesday isn’t that much different from any other day in my so-called life, but I do take a day off from walking and spend that time shopping for groceries. The only blog-worthy news in that regard is that for the first time since the scamdemic began, I was permitted in the supermarket without a mask. Can sanity once again be on the horizon?
I guess the fact that prices continue to inflate is not a surprise, but I’m sporting a sore neck from all that shaking my head in disgust.
But it wasn’t all bad news:
I’d say things are bound to get better soon, but I’m just too pessimistic.
The day took a turn for the better when my mountain mama friend paid me a visit and gave me one of her special massages. I even managed to avoid a breathing attack at the end–barely. That’s progress.
I do sometimes wonder how much longer I’m destined to spend time among the living. Don’t get me wrong, other than the lung issues, as far as I know, I’m getting along okay for an elderly man. I’m still out there doing the things I enjoy, and I’m in no hurry to slow down. I wouldn’t even call it morbid curiosity; it’s more of a fleeting thought like, “how much longer can I keep this up?” I don’t even dwell on that beyond thinking “as long as I can.” Still, it is an inspiration to take each day as it comes and live it like there’s no tomorrow. Someday there won’t be.
Alright, enough of that depressing kind of talk! This gave me a chuckle:
A commenter asked about food at the Hash. Here’s what I had Monday:
Just in case you are worried that you’ve wasted precious minutes of your life reading this blog post, let me share this piece of valuable information with you:
Spent some time up on the roof at BarCelona yesterday evening with my pal Max. Hadn’t seen him for a while, so it was good to catch up. And the view up there is always nice too.
After BarCelona, we paid a visit to Alaska Club. I had a voucher to use, and Max hadn’t been there before. Hey, any excuse will do, right? Naturally, I invited my dancer friend Joy to join us. She was still tired from Monday’s pool party. I wasn’t able to attend that event because it conflicted with the Hash, but I saw some pictures, and it looked like a good time.
Max had to go, and my voucher was fully utilized, so I said goodnight to Alaska. Once on the street, I realized that my beer desire was not yet fully satiated, so I popped into Whiskey Girl and visited my friend Jen.
Home by a little after 8:00 and in bed by 9:00; seems I’m getting back on my old schedule once again.
It’s feeding night at Hideaway, and after that, who knows? Stop by here tomorrow for a full report.
Too much of nothing Can make a man ill at ease One man's temper might rise While another man's temper might freeze In the day of confession We cannot mock a soul Oh, when there's too much of nothing No one has control. Say hello to Valerie Say hello to Vivian Give them all my salary On the waters of oblivion.
Hmph! The beer-ordering sign has room for Zulu but not Korean, eh?
Maekju (hana) juseyo.
OK, that chick in the nothing bikini is leaner than a strip of beef jerky, with a chest almost like Elliott Page’s. It’d be like fucking an altar boy, Father John. And are those stretch marks on her lower belly? Has she already given birth? Make those bad life-choices early, right? I feel more sorry for her than anything.
Nice shot of the pizza. I’m OK with Hawaiian myself, but a lot purists out there would doubtless scoff. Of course, when Hawaiian is done wrong, it sucks. My local Papa John’s is good for a meat-lover’s pizza, but its Hawaiian is horrible.
Congrats on surviving your massage and not scaring off the masseuse.
a lot *of* purists out there
…my bad. I wish your blog’s comments thread had an edit function. I wish mine did, too.
Maybe they just assumed everyone already knows how to order beer in Korean. I haven’t forgotten! I can even do the “yogio!” to get the bartender’s attention. And if you are going to be drinking beer in Korea, you’d better be able to ask about the hwajangsil. (sorry if the spelling is off)
I’d never seen Elliot Page before, but he’s no Joy! She may be a tad on the thin side, but she is actually pretty sweet and fun to share a drink with. It won’t go any further than that for me, though. Now hold onto your hat: Joy is 33 years old, and she has SIX kids! She’s earned those stretch marks, that’s for sure. In fact, that’s a new record for most kids by a bargirl that I have met.
I’ve gotten to where I enjoy the pineapple twang on my pizza, too. I still wouldn’t order one if it was just for me, but I’m usually sharing with Filipinas and they love their Hawaiian.
Elliot Page used to go by Ellen Page before undergoing trans procedures. Back when he was a she, she starred in “Juno” and “Inception.”
Thats right McCrarey, I’m back like Herpes. Sometimes its gone for months or maybe years but when you least expect it you have an outbreak. Enough with the formalities. What have I missed? Did you come out of the closet? Did you join the Peace Corps?
Did you join the Priesthood or did you finally decide to reunite with Jee Yeun, move to Anjung-Ri and have a baby? Kudos to Kevin Kim. I had missed those stretch marks on Miss Red Bikini, I was trying to find some tits. You know how it ends John. Peace Out!
Welcome back, Soju. I wondered where you had gotten off to.
Nope, nothing has changed much around here. I’m still stuck in that endless Groundhog Day loop of hiking and beer drinking.
Poor Joy! I’ve already told her that when it comes to breasts, more than a mouthful is a waste.
Nice to see you here again, don’t stay away so long next time!