Nothing quite like partying at a bar in the name of Christ. I seem to recall a story though, about Jesus turning water into beer without a brewery, so maybe it makes sense. Anyway, I attended the Hideaway Bar Christmas party yesterday and helped the girls celebrate the upcoming holiday.
The party started at 2:00 and I stuck around until 6:30. When I left the bar, a trike driver called out, “going home, John?” I took that as a sign and made it an early night.
My Tuesday morning started as usual with a grocery shopping trip, but I changed things up a bit and went to the other big grocery store on the old Navy base first–Puregold. I will usually hit them up every couple of months or so and sometimes find an item or two I haven’t seen at Royal. Yesterday I found some canned mandarin oranges that I can use in my Aunt Pat’s Recipe World Famous Fruit Salad that I’ll make as part of my holiday tradition. Occasioinaly, I also find special deals as well. I stocked up on some candies to hand out on Monday’s annual Candy Hash run (Martin will once again be playing the role of Santa Claus for which is he is so well suited). And then there was this:
Having learned my lesson, I watched as my sale items were scanned at the cash register. And my shampoo rang up at twelve dollars and change. I don’t think so, I told the cashier. She said I must be mistaken, it was a different item on sale. So, I went and took the picture above, and also this one:
Since I was on the other side of the base, I finished my shopping at the “old” Royal store, the one that used to be the commissary. Sometimes I find stuff there that the new Royal doesn’t have, although that didn’t prove to be the case yesterday.
Oh, and while I was at the party, my landlord (he lives in Singapore and is back home in the PI for the holidays) stopped by the property. When I got home, this was waiting for me:
And in keeping the holiday spirit alive, Facebook shared this memory from my last Christmas in Korea:
And this one from nine years ago was a sad memory:
Oh, well. As they say: Forget about the past; it is history. Forget about the future; it’s a mystery. Forget about the present; I didn’t get you one.
Bada bing. And Merry Christmas to you all.
I seem to recall a story though, about Jesus turning water into beer without a brewery
I think that was Viking Jesus.
There was some kind of [best-dressed] contest going on.
Too bad Aine wasn’t there (or did I miss her in the pic?). She knows how to dress in a way that’s both sleek and provocative. (As long as she’s not using her artificial chest!)
Generous landlord for sure. Wow.
Those pricing scams are shameless. Good that you’re on the lookout.
Kev, impressed you are so good with the names of these gals. In this case, you have the right girl but the wrong bar–Aine works (or used to, I haven’t seen her recently) at Wet Spot. I don’t have hands-on evidence, but I’m pretty sure those tits are real.
How dare these supermarkets try and scam me out of the money that rightfully belongs to the bargirl scammers!