Saturday, August 19, 2017
Crazy Stuff Happens on Thursday Night in Kin Town
It had been a terrible week, actually horrible, two weeks if, you really want to know.
It all started when a few banks notified me, my credit card was being used.
Suspicious activity, 5 dollars, 15 dollars then, 60 dollar purchases were being made.
One of my email accounts, got overtaken by someone else, too.
The crooks are smart. They just use a little bit of money at a time. Then, wait.
If, they're not stopped soon, then mega-bucks start getting stolen.
Fortunately, I got to the bank and, got everything stopped.
Had them chop-up my credit card and order me a new one. That, was the easy part.
Recovering a compromised email account, takes a bit more sweat out of you.
Once, I finally got access to my 30 year old, email account, I felt relieved.
The internet, is still a scary place, to me. If, WWIII breaks out tomorrow, I won't care.
Nobody will have access to the internet, credit cards or, emails.
Fine with me. I almost got used to it. I'm ready to go back to living in caves.
With my stolen identity recovered, it was time to celebrate and get UN-Stressed.
A message was sent to the wife, "All is well, I have to go do beers tonight."
The wife is very understanding. She didn't reply so, that meant, OK.
In a favorite, air-conditioned establishment, I slammed several ice-cold beers.
After 5 or 6 Orion Draft Beers in frozen mugs, I got thinking. "Time to move along."
It was around 9 PM and, I planned on grabbing some smokes, on the way home.
Thanking the barmaid, I said, "Goodnight" and started to walk towards the door.
She said something but, I couldn't hear so, she hollered a bit louder.
"Mike, there's Eisa drums playing down the street."
Sure enough, as I walked out the door, I could hear them.
They were dancing and beating drums, right in front of the store I was headed to.
Sonavagun if, my granddaughter, Marin, wasn't out there, dancing in a pink kimono.
There is never a camera with me, when I'm on a drinking excursion.
But, I had the iPhone and, one of my friends happened to be there, to take this photo.
Pretty good composition and, it made me happy, to get this photo with my eldest grandchild.
Only, I wish someone, would have told me to fix that button, under my belly and belt.
The background images are painted on the front of an Irish Pub named, Bingo's.
So, after saying "Goodnight" to Marin, you can probably guess, where I went next.
The plan then, was to buy the photographer a beer and, have one myself.
After a few more beers, I discovered, why Eisa was being performed, that night.
A bar across the street was celebrating their one year anniversary.
They had hired the Eisa Dancers and drums, as part of their celebration.
The Irishman in the pub, told me I should visit the bar across the street, on my way home.
It's on top of a steep flight of stairs and, I was kind of wobbly but, made it.
Someday, I'll have to go back, with a real camera and, get the place on Google Maps.
Some of my friends were drinking in there and, I sat with them for awhile.
Then, asked the staff if, photography was permitted. Good to go.
None of those iPhone photos will be posted today. There are some unique ones, though.
Once, I wandered into a side room, I hadn't known existed. Pretty big establishment.
A bunch of young men and ladies, were in there, having a grand old time.
One of the gals asked me, "You're Marin's grandpa, aren't you?"
When, I told her she was correct, they all got excited and, wanted to pet my fur.
So, after awhile, I excused myself, finished my last beer and, was home shortly after midnight.
Last night, the wife was surprised. It was Friday and, I didn't feel like going out, drinking.
Too much partying, isn't a good idea so, I took a little break and, went to bed early.
Saturday nights, things can become a little lively, too.
Hey Marin, "Remember how grandpa used to drive you all over Okinawa and babysit you?"
You're old enough now, to return the favor !