…sayeth the rain.

Who knew Mother Nature reads my blog? All that bravado and trash talk about beating the rain came back to bite me. I was so good at predicting the breaks in the rain cycle–until last night. Even with the umbrella, I got soaked. Those wind gusts did the trick. You win, Mother.

So, it is Hash Monday and the rain has continued on and off throughout the day. Our “sane” group has decided not to climb the mountain the Hare had intended for us, and we have already plotted an alternative route. Full report on that tomorrow.

After some warm-up drinks at Palm Tree and Mango’s last night, I crossed the highway to The Pub for some dinner. I got enticed by the “senior special” the owner, John Kim, announced on Facebook:

Thanks for all the support last night. I thought I smoked enough turkey for two days, but all sold out in 4 hours. We will come up with something special every now and then. Anyways, when was the last time senior citizens got respected and treated right? Surely not during the pandemic. They were not welcome to go out, rejected by malls and supermarkets. I ran free haircuts for seniors but got nailed by authority. This time, I am going to do something easier; provide a special meal that gives people over 60 years old discount. Just because it’s discounted, doesn’t mean cheap food. I will be using high-quality material and charge everyone else normal price. I thought about several menus, but need more time to train people, so I am starting with REALLY CRISPY Sweet and Sour Pork. Regular price at P345 but for seniors, P250. Dine-in only to get the discount. You may take out or have it delivered, but won’t get a discount. You can now save money at The Pub so that you can go around and drink more.

How could I refuse an offer like that? I am happy to report that when I arrived only one table was left available–John’s hard work seems to be paying off!

This morning, I decided to try somewhere new for breakfast–the A.M. hotel.

It’s actually probably the closest dining venue to my house and I’d never even been inside. You enter through the street-level parking garage. The restaurant is on the fourth floor, so I walked over and pushed the button to go up. Nothing happened, so I pushed it again. Then the receptionist came out to advise the elevator was not in service. Hmm. Okay, I know a guy who is going to be climbing twenty-six floors as a hobby, I figure I can do four. So up I went.

I was the only customer. Pretty good breakfast selections, although the emphasis seemed to be on Filipino foods, which I expect is the target audience for this hotel. Still, I enjoyed the “cheesy beef” omelet I ordered. Brewed coffee came free with the meal, including refills. Never seen that anywhere else since I left the USA.

What else? Well, I’d like to report that I taught Lucky to play dead.

This innocent little cartoon got a rise out of my liberal ex-wife Carol.

I came across this article in Men’s Health stating that men need to ejaculate 21 times a month to reduce prostate cancer. Damn, I want to live a healthy life, but I’m not sure I can afford that many ejaculations at the price I’m paying. I’ll think of something.

In somewhat related news, here’s the answer to that age-old question:

Time to go Hash. I’ll be back tomorrow with more!