After BCG departed, I was still extremely tired. I decided that since I was up, I’d head out and have a bite to eat for breakfast. I went to the Dollhouse Restaurant to eat. The food there is acceptable and the prices are about the same as Kokomo’s. Probably the best thing about Dollhouse Restaurant is that it is air-conditioned. Sometimes, it’s nice to eat and not have to constantly swat flies like you do at Mos.

After breakfast, I walked over to the mall to get some stuff for the room. I ended up buying a magazine and a book and got a few snacks.

I had the keys for Bud’s scooter, which he had left at the Swiss Chalet last night. He had encouraged me to get out and take it for a spin suggesting that a ride on the base would be a good time. Although I thought about it seriously, I never got the gumption up to do it. I was just flat tired and I found it difficult to get motivated.

Eventually, I decided that another massage was in order and headed over to Body Bliss. This session wasn’t as good as the last. The room was crowded – people kept bumping into my feet as I lay on the table – and the masseuse just wasn’t as good as the last one. However, I’m a rub-down whore (to paraphrase from the movie “Million Dollar Baby”) and to me any massage is better than no massage.

Last night, Bud had invited the gang to come over to his house this evening to eat and shoot the shit. I would also be able to take his scooter back to him as well. So plans for this evening were generally set. I had planned on going out to find a “date” to take with me, but as the afternoon wore on I kept finding excuse after excuse to do absolutely nothing.

Finally around 4 PM, I forced myself to go out. I jumped on Bud’s scooter and headed up to Honeyko’s. Today, Honeyko’s was hopping as Damien was in. The girls were almost perpetually topless from various people ringing the bell and I settled in to talk to a couple of girls and waitresses.

While fucking with these girls was amusing, I still felt the same funk that embraced me all day long. After about an hour, I decided to shove off.

I rode down to Fire & Ice, where things hadn’t changed much from my last visit – fugly dancers and a couple of decent waitresses. After a beer, I moved on.

As I still had a little time left before I needed to head up to Bud’s I decided to drop into Foxy’s. I was surprised by the relatively nice line-up in Foxy’s. The girls there were uniformly slim and decently attractive. I didn’t have enough time to determine if one of them would have been a suitable companion for the evening that I had planned so left after I had BSed with a couple of girls. I meant to make it back to Foxy’s to do a more in –depth investigation but never got around to it. Maybe next trip.

After leaving Foxy, I was off to Bud’s for a quiet evening.

Bud and his girl have a nice house. Porker and his girl were there and we ordered pizza to be delivered. Basically the evening was a very relaxed time in which Bud, Porker and I just sat around and shot the shit. Well, Bud and Porker did a lot of shit-shooting. I was REALLY dragging and zombied in and out of their conversation.

Eventually, we decided to leave after enjoying the hospitality offered by Bud. I had pretty much decided that I wasn’t going to do anything that night. I was just flat tired. This was my eighth day in Angeles and I had drank more beer in the last 8 days that I had in the last six months. I had been staying out until 2, 3 or 4 in the morning almost every night and trying to fuck myself into a coma. Everyone needs to rest, I figured. Even God rested after the seventh day. I guess I one-upped God on this trip as I decided to rest on my eighth day.

But remember, we’re in Angeles. Things have a way of taking on a life of their own. I walked down to the main road from Bud’s to catch a jeepney. I quickly got one and jumped in. On my way back to the hotel, I began to see door girls out on the Perimeter bars and that got my interest up in going out again.

I walked back to the hotel to change shirts and throw some water on my face before heading out. But there was my bed looking SO comfortable. What would it hurt, I thought, if I laid my head on the pillow for a short nap? So I did…and woke up at 8:30 the next morning. I guess I did need a night off.
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