Speaking of endings, the second and final day of my Pundaquit getaway isn’t in the books, but it is now on the blog. It wasn’t much more than a change-of-scenery excitement-wise, but I enjoyed the visit. Life plods on, and so do I. Here, let me show you what I mean.
A short morning walk to kick off the day:
At the appointed time, we walked back into Pundaquit proper to feed our faces at the local BBQ joint.
So, we hit the street again and marched our way to The Beach Bar for some liquid refreshments, sand, and another sunset.
It’s nice to spend some time at a legit beach bar. It irks me that we don’t have anything like this in Barretto. After the sun went down, we moved back to the bar area for our nightcap.
Wherever we are, we try to stay on schedule. But in vacation mode, we overindulged early (Swan had THREE glasses of wine!) and then did the short beach walk back to our room. Poor Swan had a rough night trying to sleep, but I was out like a light.
Like I said, nothing exciting about the day, but we enjoyed the change of scenery.
Moving on to February 2018 in the LTG archives, and in this post, I reminisce about the only time in my life when I was placed under arrest and carted off to jail. Now, I’m not saying I never committed other crimes; I just never got caught. And I’m fairly certain the statute of limitations has rendered me untouchable now. We’ll see if I find anything in the archives about the time I [allegedly] stole a car.
Today’s YouTube video is something I came across in Facebook memories from seven years ago. It’s a parody song about dating a Filipina. Based on what I learned from hard experience, it’s mostly true. It’s only a couple of minutes long, so give it a watch if you are so inclined.
Here’s some funny business:
Made it back home to Barretto alive, and I reckon I’ll get back into the flow of my routines tonight. We shall see. Speaking of seeing, and not wanting to be an ass about it, Swan took a photo of the bruise that came with my Hash fall last Monday. It may well be the biggest bruise I ever did have, no ifs, ands, or butts about it. For those who may be morbidly curious, I’ll post it below today’s song. You’ve been warned!
My ouchy:
Back is still a little stiff and sore, especially in the mornings. But I expect I will continue to grow older.
That stolen-car story sounds like a tale worth telling, John. And three glasses of wine sounds like a nice apertif, a precursor if you will for many drinks to follow. I think it’s better to have an enabling partner than for one’s alcoholism to be a source of constant fighting and bad feelings in a relationship. You can dry out for a while, if you want to, and they’d understand; or you can carry on the booze cruise and it’s not a problem for them. Sounds like a win-win scenario to me.
Alcoholic problems require alcoholic solutions.