I’ll admit it, It’s been over ten years since I’ve ran those streets in the Barrio, bar hopping and consuming vast amounts of bottled consumables. The reason is quite simple, my wife doesn’t like it. Mayang would come with me, and let me loose with the guys, a hooping and a hollering and generally making an ass of myself. I found that even I tired of that, and just started to drift away from that phase of my life. I really don’t miss it.While she doesn’t drink, she was there to insure I get home safe and sound, and not on the arm of another woman. Not that I’d ever do such a thing, as my single days are long passed, and I am now the picture of domestic tranquility.
I also used to go to the American Legion years ago, but I found I was always the youngest guy there, but the conversation never varied and as a matter of fact you could stay away for a couple of weeks and walk back in and pick up right where you left off, and none were the wiser. Last week, I stopped in while in town, one month after my 65th birthday and damn, if I wasn’t still, one of the youngest guys there. Out in San Miguel there is The Fleet Reserve Aspiration, but it’s an hour drive, and unless you are meeting someone there it’s not worth the long drive, as many places closer have beer that’s just as cold. But I do love the name of that town, “San Miguel.”
Once or twice a month, we’ll (Mayang and friends) go down to the Barrio and have lunch, as there a few watering holes that have some great food. Sit-‘N-Bull’s comes to mind as I love their Meatloaf and Mashed Potatoes, or sometimes the Fish “N Chips with real British Malt Vinegar now that is a taste sensation, and yes I dunk the chips into the Vinegar too using no Ketchup. A few of the new resorts have great food also, albeit the price is a little higher than other places, but still worth a visit.
Mayang likes Sit-‘N-Bull because they also serve all her favorite foods, we go with friends and the ladies can catch up on things very important to them, while us manly men can have a few cocktails or SMB’s after we eat and spin yarns of yore. The place is named “Sit-‘N-Bull’s’ after all.
The house and the surrounding area is my main party spot now, my friend Don, lives down the street a couple of houses away, and Raul who is also retired US Navy and a former Merchant Seaman, and also sailed with Military Sealift Command and he lives up the hill from us. Friends will come by for a visit, and the Man Cave will be used for its intended purpose, and not as a staging area for laundry. After the rainy season we receive a couple of friends in country, Carlos from Northern California and his wife, and Don plus his lady (another Don) who is a retired Navy Captain and hails from San Diego California. They’ll both be here for a few months and we like to get together on the weekends and Bar-B-Que and such, also a few SMB’s and Boat Drinks ((Any drink made with Rum) My friend Tommy will be back from sea by then, and the first of the year then my friend Loren and his lady will be in from Colorado for a few months. That is a fun visit.
With all that, even I understand why my street running days are over, Mayang is most pleased with my life style change, and it reminds me of my spinster Aunt Helen who was the picture of evil incarnate, she would drop by our house in the Dorchester Section of Boston, and we kids would be in the living room watching Twilight Zone and my folks would be in the Dining room with friends and neighbors playing penny ante poker, and enjoying cocktails. Helen asked my mother, why that didn’t upset her, to see her husband drinking and gambling. My mother said to her; “Helen it’s Friday night and its payday, Where is my husband, in the streets spending our money, or is he sitting there having a good time after a hard week at work, and I know exactly where he is. Go home Helen!”
I guess the apple really doesn’t fall far from the tree, I’m becoming just like my Dad every day, and that I know is a good thing!