These days, I just mostly go with the flow. I’m living a life I never imagined would turn out like this one did, and making the best of it. Maybe it was fate or just blind luck, but I have a wonderful woman at my side to share the adventure. Here is how we spent our day yesterday:

We took a long-ass Jeepney ride out to the far side of Castillejos to kick off our Wednesday hike. Scott said the last time we’d done that trail was over two years ago. That’s long enough that most of the scenery seemed new to me. During the hike, I lost all sense of direction and kept arguing we were going the wrong way. Luckily, Scott and Gary overrode my protests, and sure enough, they were correct. In fact, once we got back to the highway, I was prepared to catch a Jeepney going in the opposite direction of Barretto. Damn, I’m getting pathetic in my dotage.

We kicked off the evening hours with a trip to the beauty salon for a foot spa. I got a much-needed haircut as well. My barber was a bakla (transgender), and I’m fine with that. When the job was done, I said, “thank you, sir.” He/she didn’t seem offended by my faux pas. Honestly, I can’t help but call them as I see them, but I mean no disrespect.

With our feet now in good order, we headed up the highway to Cheap Charlies to commence with the alcohol consumption part of the day. The place was busier than I’ve seen in a while, and the Aussie owner was back in town for the first time in a long time.

I had chosen Cheap Charlies thinking we might order ourselves some dinner from the downstairs restaurant, Foodies. Turns out, neither of us was hungry during our visit. Maybe the Ozempic is working again.

We crossed the highway and made Wet Spot our nightcap destination.

We ordered a roast beef dip sandwich from Sit-n-Bull for takeout and shared it 50-50 when we got home.

The day ended on a high note:

A sad Facebook memory today:

Still plowing through the July 2020 LTG archives. It was quite a month, women-wise. This is the story of how things ended once and for all with Jessa. And here’s how I met Mary three days later. Man oh man, what a mess I was back then.

Today’s YouTube video talks about the reasons us menfolk go crazy about Filipinas. They are pretty damn special, that’s for sure. And once you meet the right one, you are set for life. It only took me 6 years to find Swan.

And now, the moment you’ve been waiting for (or not):

And there you have it. At least until tomorrow.