I’m fixin’ to head out of town this morning and it is now or never for a post today, so here’s what I’ve got to share before I go.
After dinner, Swan agreed to join me at one of the new drinking establishments in town, Red Bar. It has dancers, but of course, they weren’t the focus of my attention. It was pleasant enough there except for the music. Why the bar chooses to play (c)Rap music in a town full of geriatrics makes no sense to me. I suggested we go where the music was more to our liking, and Swan was down with that.
But where? The nice thing about Red Bar was that I’m not a regular there (and didn’t know anyone). The next bar up the highway was my regular haunt, Wet Spot. It just seemed weird to be taking a date there. And yeah, I wondered how my “regulars” like Aine would react. I was about to find out because Aine was outside the front door as we arrived. And boy, was I in for a surprise because Swan knew her! They gave each other a warm greeting, and then we went inside and sat at the backslapper’s table. We ordered drinks from my regular waitress, Irene, and settled in. Then Swan asked if I would mind inviting Aine to join us. HaHa! A girl after my own heart!
Wet Spot was our last stop of the night, but I was impressed that Swan had joined me for a bar hop and seemed to enjoy herself. That was a first for us.
The morning had been nice as well. I did a 6K solo walk and completed it without issue.
And now it is time to pack up the laptop and get ready to roll. Next report will be from La Union. Stay tuned!
Ah, that’s right… you said you never post from your phone. There’s a New Year’s resolution for you: learn how to do that.
Aine and Swan together… and it’s not awkward! Nice.
You did also mention, some time ago, that Filipinos dry their rice directly on the road, with no tarp to separate the rice from the dirt. Maybe there’s a step in the rice-making process that involves a bit of heavy-duty dirt-washing. Or is it up to the end user to wash the rice? (In Korea, despite the use of tarps while drying, rice is still thoroughly washed before cooking because there could be random bits of grit and schmutz.)
Good luck in La Union.
I finger peck on my phone’s keyboard. Even sending a message is a pain in the ass. I can’t imagine writing an entire post one letter at a time. Nope!
Swan and Aine was definitely a pleasant surprise. I was tempted a couple of times in the past to see Aine outside of the bar. So glad now that I never did.
I rarely eat rice, but from what I’ve observed, it behooves the consumer to exercise due diligence and wash before eating. I’ve seen the rice being shoveled into bags right off the road, but I don’t know where it goes from there.
You go McCrarey! Got your bar girl and your home girl hugging while you chug a San Mig Light. You are the man! Getting close to a Penthouse Forum story if you ask me.
I couldn’t imagine asking my yobo to head on over to Hooters with me. Then we get there and her hugging my favorite waitress while i drink a beer.
Peace Out!
Yeah, Soju, it’s better to be lucky than good! It was a bizarre thing to see, even by my low standards!