insider trading

Bancy took me to Target during lunch break. I really didn't need anything from there, but I figured that since I didn't bring lunch today, I may find something from their little snack bar.

Once we step in, I remembered that I do need floss. The ironic thing was that after I drop the floss into the basket, we somehow head straight into the candy section, but I think Bancy said she needed candy for some reason.

In the candy section, there was definitely some action going on; the sounds of bite-size Halloween candy in their plastic bags getting moved here and there with excitement filled that section of the store. The Target staff seemed to clear what was left of the candy to a more prominent display to get rid of them. Then I hear a woman saying something to the effect that the candy won't go on sale yet. Well duh, only after Halloween, right?

I immediately thought of one of Wanda Syke's bits about insider trading. She said that not only white collar workers like Martha Stewart, et. al, do insider trading, but also blue collar ones, like those who work at the Wal-Mart. A friend who works at the Wal-Mart may say to a friend: "Girl, don't get that candy today, it's gonna go on sale tomorrow."

Nonetheless, I bought several bags of Nutrageous, Mega M&M's, and Twix, all at regular price, to hand out to trick-or-treaters. The only thing is that I live in an apartment building and ain't noboby's gonna knock on my door. The whole trick-or-treaters was just a front; I'm gonna eat all that candy by myself, and break out like crazy in the next few days.

gk

I looked forward to my date with Sakomi at my induction ceremony for the Golden Key International Honour Society (who'da thunk, right?). Sakomi enthusiastically set aside some time out of her socially and academically busy Saturday schedule to come as my date. I thought of bringing along a huge cheering section, but none of my family, or Roomie, or even Pastris could come to share the moment. I debated whether to attend the ceremony, luckily Sakomi helped me make up my mind to attend. I mean the organization only sent the Evite last Monday!

The attendance was a lot lower than I thought; out of 200+ inductees, only about 20 showed up. It actually made for a quiet, nice, intimate, and SHORT gathering. The time was probably cut in half or more because they called up every person in attendance to go up and receive the certificates. The only drawback was that we had to wait for the food to arrive because we ended so early, and the caterers weren't ready yet. Whilst waiting, Sakomi and I browsed through their paraphernalia, and the organization publishes a magazine. So then I find out that Australian Olympic Gold medal swimmer Ian Thorpe (he was on the cover of one edition) and sprinter Andrew Rock are both members! So then I got really stoked. The wait was somewhat worth it though, as we got to eat some real tasty fruits and brownies!

Shortly after the light snacks, we jetted downtown because Sakomi craved TuLan food. I was of course more than happy to honor her request to eat there. We both got the #16; we started with spring rolls for appetizer. Since she ordered my regular, I contemplated ordering another old favorite that I haven't eaten in years, but she made a good point that I'd probably crave the #16 if I saw her eat it...she was right. I guess I really am predictable. The lovely, hole-in-the-wall/dive fluorescent lighting kinda makes it look a little less appetizing, but it's really good, I swear.

For dessert at Sweet Inspirations, she ordered tiramisu, and i ordered a mango/papaya/passion mousse cake. We made sure to pace ourselves by making lots of conversation in between sweet bites, as the #16 weighed down our stomachs a bit.

celebrity whore

On Wednesday, I, along with a few co-workers got recruited as ushers for the mayor's State of the City speech, held at SFSU. We stressed out about all the things that could go wrong: a crazy gun-toting assassin in the audience; disgruntled non-ticket holders not getting in to watch the speech, ek-ek like that. The good thing though, we wore "All Access" badges, so we felt like important bad-asses.

Fortunately for us, our assignment was simply to stand by the doors and greet people. My feet totally hurt like a mo-fo, even though I wore black walking sneakers to go along with my tie-less shirt and dress pants.

Once the speech finally started after a long delay, I got a chance to sit down after some people in the back of McKenna Theatre vacated their seats. Then today, another co-worker said that we made it in the news, when the camera panned in our direction, and that I got caught nodding off, so that's totally embarrassing.

After his speech, the media frenzy surrounding him swept me away, so I snuck in a couple of shots with my cell phone camera.

And then, right before we headed back to our regular office work when the mayor left, we decided to have some fun in one of the dressing rooms where we left our belongings while we worked the beat. And by fun I mean just taking a picture with all those lights like a movie star...oooh

me talk pretty...finally!

The unthinkable finally happened: I finished reading the book "Me Talk Pretty One Day" by David Sedaris (he's the brother of Amy Sedaris, of "Strangers With Candy" fame) this past Sunday.

My sister gave me the book in June 2004, right before she moved to Arizona, then I started reading it in June 2005, well after spring semester ended, and right before summer semester began.

It's a hee-freakin-larious book! I highly suggest it for fun reading.

No, I'm not that slow of a reader, just finding the time to sit down and relax and entertain myself in that way proved hard to come by.

Hooray for me.

to tell you the truth...

Last Saturday, weird things happened.

After Roomie and I ate at that Giliginich restaurant, Kuya's, he dropped me off and I attempted to take a 90-minute nap, but instead, I watched "Harold and Kumar...White Castle."

The movie contained funny scenes/parts/dialogue, ek-ek. But maybe my fatigue/feeling tired just overwhelmed me, because I felt so ready to turn that sh!t off after the first half of the movie. As a matter of fact, now that I'm thinking about it, I hated that movie...too disturbing.

So then I took my 90-minute + nap after finishing H&K. But I still didn't have the energy to go out to Tata's Pub Crawl. I attempted to do homework. It's like a dream. I think I chatted on the phone with Pastris. I did something, I swear I did.

eat this

Before Roomie left on Saturday, we ate brunch at a Giliginich restaurant in San Bruno called "Kuya's Asian Cuisine." My classmate Jems told me about it and raved about the food. He also said it's not as "ghetto" as most other Filipino restaurants.

Kuya's did attempt to make the dining area look nice, with the nice color scheme for paint, wicker artifacts hung on the wall, dark wood for tables and chairs, and other ek-ek, not like Ongpin.

The food wasn't bad, we ate Sitaw kalabas sa gata and Sisig, along with his fish breakfast dish.

One thing that ALL Filipino restaurants do share is the SLOW-ass service. I mean there's like 50 people working at the restaurant, and they all stand or mill around behind the pay counter in the back. They hardly look up to see if you're waving your hand to get their attention for: more water, to get a to-go box, to get the check, ek-ek. And it's not like people are standing and waiting for tables too, I mean this place was only 1/3 to capacity.

I guess as Roomie would say, "it's a cultural convention."

...thanks for calling...

I retrieved voicemail messages from Roomie saying he's on his way down from Sac and that he bought tickets for a Terence McNally playe called "Crucifixion" (bad review, good review) and asked if I wanted to go see it.

My dilemma: sleep, or go to dinner with Ludwig's Mom while she's in town from Portland, or go see this play. I leaned more toward dinner with LM, because on I rather see her for dinner than the Annual Dive Bar Pub Crawl schedule for all day Saturday.

I went with Roomie since I'd get another opportunity to see LM on Saturday. I felt so sleepy that instead of eating dinner with him before the show, I attempted to sleep in my car. I think I got some sleep, but during the show, I kept yawning, but I guess not sleepy enough to miss the show.

Now this play, like some other of Terence McNally plays contained total frontal male nudity. Roomie kept defending it, saying it's a convention of a "certain" theatrical genre. I kept thinking it's all phooey because I really didn't think it was necessary.

Then today, he complained about one part of the play when one of the characters "overly" acted drunk. He said that you don't have to act like you're drunk to play drunk. And I'm like hello, that's what acting's all about, and he complains about that, when you can't tell if someone's character is drunk unless they act it, right? He said that the audience can use their imagination for a drunk character, so I countered with, "well, can't the audience imagine someone naked too, or have the director come up with a way to give the illusion that someone's naked? They can do that you know!"

He was speechless. HA!

foody-food

I'm in one of those food phases again, where I frequently eat the same things from different establishments. Over the summer, I ate quesadillas, then a few weeks ago, I enjoyed Tu Lan's imperial rolls over rice noodles. The past week and a half, I ate lots of "Loco Moco," a specialty Hawaiian dish. The Loco Moco essentially has two hamburger patties topped with two eggs sunny-side up or over easy, and doused with gravy, served with macaroni salad and rice. It's probably one of the unhealthiest dishes out there, well it does have a lot of protein, so it's good for something. But not good if you're watching your weight. It's just so hard to resist the deliciousness of the macaroni and gravy-soaked rice.

Sakomi and I ate at Ono Hawaiian BBW last week and then this Thursday for lunch. I of course got the LM. They serve their LM on top of a bed of cabbage, I guess for a healthier balance.

Later that night, KuyaJC wanted company for dinner, so he picked me up and asked what I wanted to eat, so I said, LM! The was already around 9pm, so we figured that Hawaiian Drive-In or L & L already shut down for the night. He then mentioned that the 88 Rice Bowl by the movie theater served Hawaiian BBQ. After seeing and believing that they did serve Hawaiian instead of Chinese food, I finally believe KuyaJC.

I don't recommend 88 Rice Bowl LocoMoco. The burger patties tasted like "cow." The macaroni salad was ok. However, we did get a free voucher for one scoop of ice cream at Cold Stone next door. And KuyaJC helped me with some ideas for my next design project.

Anyhoo, to help me get over the disappointment and erase the memory of the last LM from Rice Bowl, I took three of my classmates to Ono during our lunchbreak and made sure to order the LM one last time. Yummy!

bumsuck coo

I'm so bummed because I think I see how my GD III teacher works now. In the week or two following our final presentation for a project, she'll display all the students' work in a display case at the "foyer" by the "entrance" to the DAI department in the Fine Arts building lower level.

Now for the first project, the stereotype box, she put the "better" designs inside the glass case, while the rest, like mine, got displayed on top of the case, so you needed to look way up to view the "others." The box display came down a few days earlier than I thought, so I couldn't tell exactly whose work got placed inside or outside, but I think all the people inside the glass got A's.

Anyhoo, after my history class tonight, I went by to check out the glass case to see how our books got displayed. Mine was in the back, so i figured I probably got a bad grade, again! I expressed all my weird vibes (sadness, anger, frustration, depression, ek-ek) to Roomie when he called while I made dinner.

Then KuyaJC comes over to borrow some of my books for his research paper, and he relays to me that Marie-Jose, our class TA, told him something to the effect that the teacher's not impressed by my work, or that I'm struggling or some other jive talk. So hearing that made me spiral down even more.

Also, I hate using yahoo now because they've got those randomly rotating pictures, and one of the women look like my GD III teacher, and it's all very annoying. I really hate that class. Plus I'm not even learning anything new, it's just a lot of work. Oh stop the insanity! Whatever, I'm just an angry biyatch. buwhahahahahaha.

a little bit of this, a little bit of thatch

1. This evening, I signed up for Xanga, just so I could post a comment on my classmate's entry about his GD III book project from last week. Had no idea what Xanga is, I thought it's just another MySpace or Friendster type of site, but it's actually specifically for blogging. I just heard about Xanga two months ago, but apparently, it's already existed for a few years now. I don't think I'll use it though.


2. This is what my office space looks like when I left work today, a big ol' mess. It reflects the chaos that I encounter the 40 hours I'm there every week. Every time I clean it up, the clutter comes back so quickly. I just wanna burn everything on that desk, except my keyboard, trackball (I spent my own hard-earned cash for this because the department "didn't have money in the budget" bs when I first started), and the plant; my former co-worker Lennoire gave me that a few years ago. She actually gave me her other plants too, but they're behind me when I took the pic. Sakomi would also breathe on the plant, she said it's like talking to them; they need that oxygen or carbon dioxide, or some gas from your mouth, or something like thatch.

3. Last week, when I stayed home sick, I saw the little kid next door with his mom downstairs at the washer and dryer. This kid annoys the hell out of me. When I'm home during the day and weekends, I could hear him scream all the time. He also makes some weird noise on the adjoining wall sometimes, and just about every morning, before my alarm goes off, he wakes me up by running up and down the freakin hallway, and screaming. Everything he does is very annoying. But when I saw his cute little smile (aimed at me) and whatever other cuteness qualities lovely little boys and girls possess kinda levelled me out a bit at that point.

the eg and the ac

Left for Elk Grove much later than I thought on Saturday. Pastris called me at around 10 or 11am waking me up and announcing that it's a beautiful day and to take advantage of it. I relaxed throughout the day, thinking to myself that the traffic on 80 probably crawled in the hotspots by the time I pass through them, so a little anticipation/expectation prepared me well for the long commute.

Surprisingly, the only slow part I encountered was the approach to the Bay Bridge because of a couple of closed on-ramps. I made a stop in American Canyon to see my parents, but they went to a housewarming in Turlock, and Drug and those guys went to a picnic.

The drive to Elk Grove also was faster than I expected, and I did not complain one bit. I hadn't seen Roomie in two weeks, so we spent some Quality Time, catching up on things. I showed him my box project and explained my book project. I caught up with the track and field meets that I missed last month, and did five loads of laundry! Roomie and I sang duets on karaoke and of course we competed on who got the higher scores. I felt so rusty since I hadn't sung in a while (because of homework).

Started my morning late, big shocker! Met up with Pastris at the same Starbucks and also showed her my last two projects. We also had some internet fun: looking at people's profiles on select "people-people services." Good to catch up on things.

After lunch back home with Roomie, I headed back to the AC to finally give my nephew his birthday gift after a two week delay. And as usual, at my parents' I pigged out, because that's what happens when you go home to your parents', right? We watched the first season of "In Living Color" on DVD before, during, and after dinner.

This weekend certainly was a very welcome break from the insanity school and work put me through these past weeks. I felt no guilt that I didn't start on my next project yet, but actually, now that it's back to the grind, I feel the guilt. I'm behind on the darn project already, wwaaaaaaaa.

we're not gonna pay rent!

So I took a listen to the movie soundtrack for "Rent" and of course couldn't help to compare it with the Broadway recording. I feel the movie's orchestration and instruments drown out the vocals. I mean Rosario Dawson has a nice voice, but I had a hard time hearing her above the music. Don't know if the weird sound is caused by my boombox that I got in 1991; I don't own a fancy stereo surround sound system ek-ek, but they need to fix the sound.

I do miss Daphne Ruben-Vega on this soundtrack. Her Mimi had so much more power, depth, emotion, rawness, spunk, and grit, for my taste.

Overall, the music still moved me.

list me!

Things that happened this week, in no particular order:

1. Wanted to make my declaration about how much I hate my Graphic Design III class.

2. My bedtimes this week: Monday 4am, Tuesday 7am, Wednesday 3am, Thursday 2am.

3. I'm soooo glad to finish with that damn book project for GD III.

4. Printed my book at KuyaJC's (JMarq) because he has a color laser printer. Unfortunately, I wound up doing double work because I had to convert my Illustrator files to pdf's and some problems occured.

5. It was still real good to feel the camaraderie that develops when "struggling" students get together in the middle of the night to finish, or work on projects due either the next day or in that week.

6. Hung out with Tonny Friday night. He just had foot surgery on Monday, so I wanted to visit and see how he's doing. Apparently all the meds he's taking for the pain totally relaxes him, as he's not so uptight like when he's in class.

7. My stress level on Monday felt so overwhelming, I thought I could explode big time. The stress came from work work work, and school school school, in particular, the damn book project.

8. Fortunately, Ashley treated me to a Chinese lunch buffet on Monday at the Jade Dragon, where the food is so unhealthy with mega MSG and grease. He made fun at the establishment and the food, while I got seconds. I felt a lot of the stress released as I couldn't stop laughing when we saw the woman keeping an eye on the buffet brought out a dish of chow mein and a dish of vegetables that she stack right on top of the chow mein. I mean the bottom of the top dish rested on the chow mein, I mean how "clean" was the bottom of that dish?

9. Sakomi and I ate at Ono Hawaiian food place on Tuesday in the Sloat Center. The loco moco burgers were huge and the macaroni salad was dee-lish.

10. Missed two days of work when I called in sick because I got sick from all the late nights. My body just broke down, again.

11. I made all parts of my damn book myself, except for the wire-o binding. I should've mentioned that to the class when I presented it on Friday. Maybe that would've given me more brownie points.

12. Got all excited to see Bjork's video for "Pagan Poetry" when I "borrowed" her greatest hits DVD from Tonny. Unfortunately, that video contained some pretty gross imagery re: body piercings and the process/act of piercing skin. Yuck. I don't know if I can listen to the song with "innocence" ever again.

13. Bought the movie soundtrack for "Rent" at Tower Records on Market on Friday night. Apparently there's eight different kinds of cover sleeves, each one with a picture of one of the main characters, but they only had about five of the covers. They didn't have the one with Idina Menzel or Rosario Dawson, so with my limited choice, I picked the one with Jesse L. Martin (he was the only cast member missing when Roomie and I went to see the original cast on Broadway in 1997--amazing show!).

14. Hung out with Andalu while at Tower. Good to see him.

15. I really hope these all-nighters keep happening. I'm gonna totally get bags under my eyes, then I'll really look my age, or even older.

Ahhh, that was soo good to get that off my chest. Hey, it's 1:36am, maybe tonight's the earliest I'll get my zzz's.

i left my heart...

In San Francisco's Harding Park.

So I'm watching some of the golf coverage on tv and caught several commentaries about how 100% of the players love this course, or how great SF is as a host, blase blase. So now I'm impressed by all the hoopla. And I even see good ol' ParkMerced in the background on some of the footage.

(A few years ago, I thought SF was a loser town, because within a couple of weeks, we lost the national bid to host the 2012 Olympics to NYC, and then the Giants lost the World Series because in my mind, Russ Ortiz sabotaged one of the games...letting the other team hit all his pitches)

It's kinda strange though, some parts of the course look a little "ghetto" with brown patches, overgrown grass on the "green;" you can definitely tell that it's a public golf course versus a private country club one. It also seems like this course goes on forever and ever on tv. It looks real small whenever I pass by it.

It all makes sense now, this event was the reason for all that road construction a few months back, causing lots of traffic nightmares on Lake Merced Blvd., to make the surrounding area look pretty for tv.

Oh haha, I guess the overgrown grass is called the "rough" and they're there for a reason; Tiger just hit his ball into the "rough." Hey, I said I don't follow golf.

sign on the x

Ok, so I finally created a MySpace account a couple days ago, to add to my Friendster one that I created maybe a month or two ago. Friends kept telling me to join such "networking" sites, so I did, even though I wouldn't join otherwise. I also signed up on "DL." I feel like I always see kids on those sites; I mean I feel old when I check out other people's profiles. It's kinda weird because it's just like me going to a party or a club in real life and feeling uncomfortable in a large crowd, that's how I feel sometimes when I go on to these sites. It's mostly people ten years younger than me; it's a totally different crowd.

It also seems like there's always a popularity contest going on by rounding up as many "friends" you can. I know I'll lose on that one. I hardly even check the Friendster account. I don't have time to chase around people. My profiles hardly contain any insightful info, just the basics. But to satisfy friends' requests or recommendations I'm now hooked up.

Oh yeah, I'm even on one called BlackPeopleMeet.com, go figure ;-)

lowdown on the breakdown

Yesterday, right after work, I went with Bancy to her friends' condo by the Haight for a photo shoot. I used them as models for my current Graphic Design 3 class project, a book. I took photos for about two hours and by the time I got home, I ate my food that I ordered take out from Tu Lan on the way home. I finally debuted the bowl from CostPlus World Market.

I knew that this Thursday night would not differ from the previous Thursday nights so far this semester. I knew I'd stay up until either 4am or 6am working on the book so I could present something for critique.

As I'm chugging along with things, around midnight is when I feel real tired. Hmm, "shake it off," I thought. I knew too well that the amount of time I needed wasn't enough to finish anything by morning, but I kept working. Unfortunately, the rest of the week caught up with me. The average time I went to bed this week was 1am. For the first time I gave up working all night; I climbed in to bed at around 3:30am. My eyes hurt, my brain shut down, my body gave up. It was just a matter of time when this moment would come.

"I'll get up at 6am and continue working," I said to myself when I closed my eyes.

I don't know how many times my hand hit that snooze button, but I wound up just turning off the alarm. I missed work, and by the time I woke up for real a little after noon, I missed the first hour of class already. My class lets out at 6pm, and by 4pm, I finally finished, or felt comfortable enough with what I made up for the book to show teacher, that I finally left my apartment.

I decided to pick up a parcel at the Post Office, and with the slow line there, it took about fifteen minutes until I finally got out. Next order of business: pick up cologne that Kristina's boyfriend bought for me with his discount at Nordie's. Kristina's condo is on 19th Avenue between Moraga/Lawton. I took Sunset Boulevard as an alternate route because 19th usually seems like a parking lot around the time of my drive. Unfortunately, the city blocked off Sunset Blvd's two right lanes to use as a parking lot for guests of the golf championship. According to Kristina, people park their car on the far right and a shuttle uses the middle lane to pick up and drop off. So more time wasted there.

After seeing Kristina for a hot second, off to class I went. Thank goodness Roomie called me on my way to class because I needed to vent about what happened the last 24 hours.

My teacher talked to me about my book during the last hour of class; she met with several other students at that time one on one. She said she wrote me down for two absences, which I agreed to. Right at the end, she returned the first project from several of weeks ago, the "box of stereotypes." I guess I fared better than I thought: B+, but at the same time I felt like fuck, I was so close to at least an A-. So now I have mixed feelings about it. I mean she really does have her favorites in the class, so I'm also jealous of them, those A'ers. Anyways, that's what I get for working full time and going to school. Something's gotta give.

golf, anyone?

Even though I'm not a golf fan by any means, hell I don't even know what a tee really is, I'm kinda stoked that the American Express Championship is held right at SFSU's backyard, Harding Park Golf Course by Lake Merced.

I mean some big names like Tiger Woods, Vijay Singh, Fred Couples (and those are the only ones I've heard of) are playing in this golf course that I thought was only for amateurs. I've never stepped foot inside the course, but who knew the venue could host a big event like this? Well certainly not I.

I also think it's cool that their trophy is made out of Waterford Wedgwood pottery. I mean Wedgwood was big part of our history class earlier in the semester.

a shocking shocker!

The instructor for the History of Design and Technology sent emails saying that she posted our grades for the midterm and group presentations on Blackboard.

For our group presentation on Emile Galle, we scored 34/35. Everyone in the group gets the same grade. This score includes my shaking hands and quivering voice during my part of the presentation, and the class average: 32.13 Booyah!

Here's the real shocker: for the midterm, I scored 54/56!!!!!!! The class average: 45.73. Schwinggg!

I'm real happy with this score because my previous assignments go like these: 5/5, 4/6, 4/7, 4/5, and scored below the class averages.

I'm crossing my fingers that the midterm score isn't a typo, yikes! I'll find out for sure tomorrow night.

peligro

Danger indeed. What's wrong with me? At my age, you'd think that my bad school habits from high school are things of the past, but no, procrastination with homework still rules supreme. I wouldn't call it laziness, but mental block, rather. Why can I only come up with solutions for the design problems the night before they're due? Staying up until 4am or 6am or not getting any sleep at all is no picnic. Mental blocks suck.

Last week, I vowed to turn over a new leaf, and make sure to do homework during the entire weekend, but yeah, that's the perfect time to run errands and "detox" from the stress caused by the week before. Anyway, I'm making slow progress on my current assignment, the book project. There's a whole lot of facets I gotta take care of: photography, treatment of the photography, layout, designing a cover, typography, blase blase. I told people already that I'll take a break from design classes next semester and take a class for my Segment 3 and that dang Biology class + lab.

Don't know if I'm done with design altogether, we'll see after my "break." I guess it's an Aries/Rat thing, we can't stick to one thing for too long.

my weekend

After getting home from school on Friday, I took a nap, and didn't wake up until 7am the next morning (seems like a total replay of Fridays past). I knew there was much to do, so I jumped on cooking my breakfasts for the week: omelettes with spinach, mushrooms, onions, garlic and Mrs. Dash. The cooking of five omelettes took about an hour.

After that, I got my haircut, finally. I'm allergic to my own hair, so when it grows long and touches my ears or forehead, I get itchy. The main reason why I wait to get it cut is because I can only budget $20 a month for it. Oh well.

Got home and showered off the hair, then ate lunch. Roomie called to tell me of the game plan for tonight, so I knew how much time I could work with to get the rest of my errands completed.

I visit the SFMOMA to fulfill both an extra credit assignment for the history class and a required visit for the other class. The assignment's the same thing for both classes: write about a piece of work or an exhibit, why you like it, blase blase.

I pick up some special paper for my book project at Flax. Roomie calls me again while I'm at Flax, making sure I'm on target with time. Unfortunately, I didn't have enough time to pick up #16 at Tu Lan so I could debut my new bowl, so I'm bummed.

Get home, get ready for the Horizons Foundation 25th Anniversay Gala held at the Regency Center, and off we go. I usually dread going to such functions because that means I need to schmooze and talk bs and I really would rather do other things with my time. Good thing Roomie mentioned that AG and EG drove down from Sacramento to attend the function and expected to seeme, so I felt relaxed knowing I'd have some people I could talk to.

Thank goodness they served free booze at the place. I started off with a glass and a half of white wine, then a cosmo, and two other cosmos with the buffet dinner/hors d'oeuvres. The food was pretty delish and the company even better; other friends showed up as well. For dessert, they had this chocolate fountain, I guess it's like fondue, but the chocolate actually cascades down this contraption like fountain and folks poke strawberries or lady fingers or marshmallows under the flowing chocolate. So I awed at this thing I've never seen before, and the chocolate tasted very good as well. My mouth's watering as I think about that damn thing. I should go out more often to catered shindigs. I found this picture on Google, the Regency Center looks so much nicer than where this party took place. Oh, did I mention I'm buzzing throughout the evening?

After the gala, Roomie suggested Martuni's for more drinks with AG and EG, and I got to taste their appletini and chocolate martini. Both good, but totally scruffed up my throat because of their sweetness, agh! By the time I finished the appletini, yeah, I was flat out drunk, but I could still carry on a convo and stay upright. I shared a tender moment with this girl when we went in the bathroom together since it had both a toilet and a urinal. A no-nonsense gal, she confessed that she and a guy friend, were going to PowerExchange and that she swung both ways. You go with yo bad self, I thought. I hope she had a fun, sex-filled evening.

After dropping off AG and EG at the Miyako Hotel, I immediately closed my eyes and rested them. The drive home seemed like The Flash drove the car, because we got home so freakin fast...maybe I fell asleep, but it didn't feel like it. I was drunk for sure and plopped into bed the moment we stepped inside the studio.

Sunday for lunch, we celebrated Roomie's birthday at Yank Sing in the Rincon Center. His Mom, siblings and their families gathered for some delicious dim sum. Oh yeah, all morning and lunchtime I suffered from a hangover.

The best part of it all and perhaps the worst part of it all: getting drunk made me forget all about my worries and let go of my anger at people and things during that whole evening. Spending time and surrounded by my close peepz also mellowed me out. Too bad I can't control my emotions the way alkie does. Oh well, back to the grind.