This is a situation that pops up more times than I want it to. I had made plans to go to the Barrio here in Olongapo City with my friend Loren and his wife Mercer, (Mercy) I first asked the mighty Mayang which day would she prefer Saturday or Sunday. She picked Saturday, I called Loren to invite him and he also was happy with Saturday. You would now think that Saturday would be the day we would go to Sit-in-Bull restaurant and bar and partake of one of my favorite meals. This is Turkey and mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce and corn on the cob. Mmmm good!
So Saturday morning I’m washing the new old Honda and preparing for my pleasant day of good friends, good food and cocktails and an afternoon of bar hopping. I had just turned on the hose to spray the car when I noticed that I was getting more water on me than on the car, as I looked down I found three holes in the hose that were spraying me. I stopped what I was doing and cut out the five foot bad section of hose and moved the fittings onto the good section.
Starting over again I noticed Cecil and my daughter, talking to my wife and my grandson well he was just chattering away using Jayden speak, which by the way I’m starting to understand. But it was the gesturing and Tagalog talking that was my first clue to the fact that something was going to go wrong. “Paul, my Mahal.” Said Mayang; Jayden has a doctors appoint this morning, at 1000 hours. Justin his cousin was turning one that day and there is going to be a party at his house, plus my son-in-law Chris’s Lola passed away and there was a wake that afternoon. Plus I’m supposed to go to lunch at noon with Loren and Mercy. Doomed, doomed and double doomed!
My, my, that’s a fine kettle of fish we were in. Then they all started with the most convoluted plans on how all the item listed on the revised Plan of the Day could be accomplished. I would have to pen a novel to explain it all to you, and myself as well my head by this time was spinning like Linda Blair in the Exorcist. Their plan was a clear as mud but it did cover the ground.
I held up my hand to bring them all to a halt and calmly said; “It’s Saturday morning, just when we’re you going to tell me about all this extra stuff you’ve got planned?” I was wondering if the death, the doctor’s appointment and the birthday party had just came up within the last twenty minutes, or had they all just neglected to tell me? And why in the name of all that’s good and just didn’t they tell me on Thursday while I was making my plan, while being just fat dumb and happy. In the navy we called it the “Mushroom Syndrome” whereas you’re kept in a damp dark cave and fed bullshit until they decide to inform you.
Well Paul, what do you want to do, and which plan works the best for you? Please note that at no time did my blood pressure rise, or a frown cross my face. I smiled as I handed the hose to Cecil smiled and said; I guess you’ll be the one to wash the car, as I’m phoning Loren and Mercy and beg to put off our lunch until Sunday. You my wonderful family can take the car and sort out the day, I’ll be staying at home mustering the dog army for a full day of house patrol. If Sunday any of you try to alter my plans I’m taking the car and going by myself to the Barrio for lunch. I received three astonished looks and a smile from my grandson, as he knows that Lolo is always right, even if sometimes I’m wrong.
Off they go on their day, to return after dark, tired and happy to be home. Sunday morning I awoke and logged on to Face Book, posted a joke or two, had coffee and a Cream cheese (with chives) bagel, and prepared for my day of good company, lunch with friends and mirth and merriment, and bar hopping. Cocktails at Sit-N-Bull, the Liberty Call Bar, off to Toucan’s Bar and then off to Dynamite Dick’s (Which according to Dick he sells the best Hamburger in the Philippines) which on our next outing Loren and I decided we would see if that braggadocio was in fact true. But it was our first time there and it was very pleasant, as were the owners Dick and his wife.
The New Old Honda was left parked in front of the Liberty Call bar, and Mercy and Mayang informed Loren and I that our spreading of good times was ending for the day, and our over served butts was in for a ride home. Well Okay we could have one more at the Liberty Call, and then go home.
Loren has a very large apartment building close to the gate at the Freeport, and as we were dropping them off the idea sprung up that a cocktail on the fourth floor roof top patio would be another fine idea. It is fully covered with a roof, and in the future it will be their house and patio. The building is a couple of years old and the roof top dwelling is still being worked on. I liked it as the breeze was cool and the view of the Freeport and Olongapo City is nothing short of spectacular. I smiled thinking; “I live on a Mountain, and Loren built his own mountain in the middle of the city.”
The Mushroom Syndrome has hit me once more. The amount of times is beyond counting, and I know the future holds many, many more opportunities for them to do it to me again. Monday morning, I was informed that I was taking Mayang shopping, somehow I agreed while cocktails were surging through my system, I was going to call a foul, but I smiled and thought; “Damn, they got me again!” Normally I would fall back on a time tested excuse I learned in the Navy that goes something like this; “I was drunk, so it really didn’t happen.” It didn’t work in the Navy, and won’t work here either! I’m doomed…
If there is to be any humor to be found in this situation it goes back to a week earlier at the By-the-Sea Resort on a Friday night when Loren had brought up the exact same topic, and we had a laugh over it. Then one week later…
So we’ll hatch a plan, to meet for lunch, not tell the ladies and when we get there we’ll swear to all that’s holy that we informed them the day before.
Now I feel that as you read this you’ll be thinking; “Paul is making this stuff up!” Above I told you about last Sunday, Now it was Friday and we are meeting Loren and Mercer at Texas Joe’s to celebrate Loren’s “69th” Birthday. And believe it or not, just before I left the house I was informed that my daughter and her husband (Plus my grandson) needed the car that day. When did they tell me? Just before we were going to the Freeport, without further comment I said lets go you will drop me off at the restaurant take the car and we’ll ride a taxi to Loren’s building and you can pick us up there. Loren and I got a good laugh out of that and while we were at Joe’s we met 3 US Navy guys at TJ’s and had a great afternoon with themall Tyrone, Steve and Mike three really great Navy men.