I mean, every picture tells one, right? On my morning walk yesterday, I encountered this on the pavement as I exited Alta Vista:
I hope the story had a happy ending
Coincidentally, my younger brother posted this on his Facebook page today:
I don’t think I want to know
Anyway, here are some visual aids to supplement the story of my Saturday.
The lonely path I walked on my morning jauntA peaceful cabin in the woodsor solitary confinement?The dominant presence in my life this week. See you tomorrow, bitch!Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder.As I walked out in the streets of San Isidro, as I walked out in San Isidro one day…The marketplace in Santo TomasRiver trashGrub stopA chicken burrito hits the spot
My evening started at an old haunt I hadn’t visited for a couple of months or more–Alley Cats. There’s not much reason to go there if you aren’t playing darts, but I popped in anyway. Nice to see my waitress friends Jerlyn and Nancy and share some drinks. Then I had a beer at Sloppy Joe’s while I figured out my next move. Originally, I had intended to do a feeding at Hideaway since they won’t be open on Easter. But Joy wasn’t working, so there was not much point. I knew Joy wanted to take her kids out for an Easter beach excursion, but she lacked the funds to do so. I figured I’d give her the money I would have spent on the feeding and make her day. We agreed to meet at the Jewel Cafe for some food and cash exchange.
Joy had a shrimp dish…And I went with the Philly cheesesteak sandwich.
We parted ways after the meal, and I found myself at It Doesn’t Matter.
After a bit, Scott, Chris, and Dave showed up. They had been golfing in San Antonio, and the return trip (usually less than an hour) had taken them four. Yep, the traffic was that bad. Bumper to bumper all the way and gridlocked in places.And here’s a picture of Barretto Beach yesterday. I have NEVER seen it anywhere near this crowded in all the years I’ve visited and lived here. Apparently, Baloy Beach was just as bad or worse.
I did my nightcap at Wet Spot last night, enjoying the company of Aine and Daddy Dave. Dave lives on Baloy, and he said this is the busiest it has been in over 18 years of residence. Took him 45 minutes to drive the two kilometers to the highway.
I bought some meat the other day from a friend who is selling to clients via Facebook.
Baby back ribs “made in Spain”–that’s a first for me. I’ve got them in the crockpot right now. We’ll see if they come out with a Spanish accent.I also bought these ribeye steaks. Forty-four bucks for those skinny ass things. We’ll see how they taste, but I expect to be disappointed. They are marinating now.
We marked the Black Rock Ridge portion of tomorrow’s Hash trail this morning. We will mark the Easter mountain section in the morning.
That’s the Black Rock Ridge, as seen from Alta Vista.The hard and easy trails split in the Divine Mercy cemetery.Ken was there to help spread the powder and draw the arrowsYep, I’ll be back for you tomorrow!San Isidro in all her glory, such as it is.Barretto by the bayThe valley where I will mark the “easy” trail after the Easter mountain climb.It’s actually pretty nice up here, and truthfully, getting up wasn’t as bad as I expected it to be.I find the going down part more difficult and more dangerousThis was the worst of it this morning, and we all survived. Let’s hope the Hashers make it down safely too.
And that brings you up to the minute. Mary is supposed to join me this afternoon to share in my Easter baby back ribs bounty. I’d best get busy on the corn muffins and side dishes. Back tomorrow with a full report!
1 thought on “What’s the story?”
I don’t know what the story might be regarding those false teeth and that condom, but I bet it involved money.
Loved the walk and food pics. Happy Easter, and enjoy your meal.
I don’t know what the story might be regarding those false teeth and that condom, but I bet it involved money.
Loved the walk and food pics. Happy Easter, and enjoy your meal.