For the first time in awhile, I feel like I am beginning to appreciate the smaller things in life. On Friday, Krime came up to the bay and we all went out. Krime, his sister and bro in law, and my cousin. I cant remember the last time on a Friday where the main event was dinner and drinks. No plan to go clubbing - just good drinks, good food, great friends and great conversation. We met at my house and walked over to North Beach to grab some Italian food. The weather was amazing and the people were definitely out. I guess I have lived this in area so long, I forgot how nice North Beach is. I guess when Krime kept saying how this was awesome (he lives in LA), I did began to appreciate it. What also was cool was that Friday was some kind of parking holiday, so alot of the parking spots now had tables - made for a great visual. Car Car, Table Table Car. Not feeling rushed to go out, I throughly enjoyed my night. We went to Mr. Bings, a small dive, to play some Liars Dice and then finished up the night at a high end restaurant called Bix for some live music and a nightcap.
Because Friday was not a rager, I woke up early Sat am trying to decide how to spend the day. Even though Cal game started at 9, i decided to sacrifice the first quarter for a little b-ball. There is nothing more relaxing than playing ball for me. But standard G, I can hit a 3 or mid range jumper, but i cannot for the life of me make a freaking lay-up. I have had this issue since 5th grade - I have spent hours shooting layups, but when it comes to gametime, i just spazz..It almost cost my team the first game, and given there was a 4 game wait, i would have gotten yelled at - people are hella emotional at the Bay Club and sometimes play cheap to avoid losing.
What is crazy though, I was watching the new Prius commercial, and one of the dudes i play ball with is in it.
Anyhow, rolled down to Stanford around 945am, which was a beautiful drive. I had the indian program blaring on the radio and was able to push my car to 90mph...ahah the maxima still has some kick to it. Got to see Domes and watched an awesome Cal game but it was cool just kicking it and catching up. Felt like we had not done that for a couple years. Jokes were cracking, talked shit about everyone we knew, had our obligatory exchange about Ravi, who provides endless humor. Again i was amazed how fun this can be. I think living in the city, I am def on the go, go, go mentality all the time - but something about coming to surburbia slows my thoughts down. We came back and watched some of his wedding video, which provided alot of laughs as well.
Afterwards I pulled up into a Barnes Noble to study for the CFAs. Barnes and Nobles, I think has just accepted that only 2% of the people there ever have the intention of buying something. I mean they all have Starbucks so you can enjoy a latte while you read all the magazines you want for free. They should prolly change that model somehow.Anyhow, I made a beeline to the magazines as well as I way to procastinate. Everyone should def check out the new Maxim for the Audrina spread - this girl from the Hills who looks awesome.
As I looked for a chair, I saw this book about Pat Tillman by the author of Into the Wild. From page 1, I was engrossed. Call me guju or unemployed I did not want to pay $30 for the book, nor did i want to wait 3 months to get it from the libary - yes I do have a library card and requests books from it. Deal. So for the next 2 hours I sat there reading, drinking my free water. Given the fact that Pat Tillman grew up in San Jose and went to the same high school as Somesh and countless others, made it home more. But seriously, you all should read this. Yeah we all know he gave up his football career for the Army, but he lived a life in a manner that I hope that I just can have one day with his mentality. He really was a self-reliant man, like Emerson, who had extremely high principles, high morals, very well-read and cultured and was always thinking. He kept a journal (the books has alot of his entries), loved fiercely, and surprisingly was very honest with his feelings. Like I said, def read it for yourself.
On Saturday went to Apt 24 for a bday party. After such a chill Friday and Saturday i was debating whether i should actually go. However I knew I would get yelled at if I did not go, so I headed over. Started the night with a little prepartying and then got into mood. One of the girls had gotten bottle service which was nice so we did not have to wait in line. I dont know what is happening but I actually think i am becoming guju. Ill buy $35000 of a stock randomly on a hunch and be okay with a 15% loss, but spending actual cash bugs me. Cant believe I am actually going to post this but yeah. Given that I was barely drunk, I decided I needed to take action. I could spend $60 at the bar to get drunk, but i was like fuck that. So i went to the liquor store two doors down, spent 10 for 4 shooters, and then walked back into the club. Gangsta Gangsta, huh?!?
My plan worked a little too well, and I woke up in an apartment with two girls next to me, one on the couch and on one the floor. Take a second to imagine the possibilities.
Wait for it.
Wait for it.
Sadly, it was not a fantastic victoria secret party where I was the guest of honor, I just ended up crashing at the bday girls place with all of her friends. I dont know if this happens to you, but I definitely had the moment of terror where I was like where the fuck am I. I popped up out of bed, tried to find my glasses and run home. Of couse my big ass made so much noise, everyone yelled at me to shut the fuck up, calm down and go back to sleep. I told them that I was leaving and got yelled at more, so I went back to sleep.
In the morning, I honestly felt like Jane Goodall, but instead of watching gorillas, i was watching five girls in their natural habitat post a night out. Holy shit, they talk alot of shit. It was unbelivable, they had a comment about every dude (one girl said "i am tired of these 5'5 guys", apparently while standing next to a short dude who unsuccessfully tried to hit on her) and had to recount the entire night - who was dancing with who, who made out with who, whose dress was slutty, who was being a bitch, etc. Luckily I was spared, most likely because I was there, though I sure the minute I left they unleashed. I wanted to leave so they could have their girl time, but every time I made a move for the door, I got yelled to sit down - apparently they felt super comfortable around me (which made me feel super gay).
It was pretty interesting for the first two hours to hear all this and see them talk shit, but then I began to feel uneasy and tired. On a sidenote, I hate sleeping in and need to be doing somethign by 10am. These girls were still all lounging at noon.
Having the Raider game on helped, but every two seconds one of these girls felt a need to learn the whole game of football from me.
However, the truth was I was holding all my gas in from the night and needed to safety like no one's business. Literally my stomach was grumbling because all the farts I held in. I felt like my ass could blow up a blimp. I was super scared that any sudden movements would cause the cork to pop and literally it would be game over. Further, I had to take one of those dumps after a big night of drinking, which are awesome because they stink like crazy and are huge. There was no way that I could that to her bathroom - I went to check to see if she had any airfresher in the bathroom, she had none.
When I finally left, I left this awesome trail of gas from her apt, down the long hallway, all the way to elevator. I prayed no one would get it on before the lobby. Glory!!!!!
I was about a $10 cab ride home, and my gujuness came out again and decided to walk home. Doing the walk of shame at 1:30pm down the embarcadero was hilarious... I got so many odd looks. The rest of the afternoon was spent in Barnes and Noble reading the next 100 pages of the book. Reading his journal inspired me to start blogging again. Some of my posts will be a little more serious and comment on life and some will be drunk ass stories - just a little warning.
As usual some random ass thoughts:
- I got the call from my mom that it is Navrati and she asked me not to eat meat for a week. I told her i would, but would still eat eggs. Anyhow, its only day 2, and its hard as shit. I dont know what I ate the first 18 years of my life, but i have already had burritos, pizza, sandwiches and asian. The next week will be intersting
- the new "just say no" commercial should feature Lamar and Khloe Kardasian. What the fuck is he thinking? Marijuana def fucked with his head. Hopefully it does not affect tha lakers, but now we are going to get the obligatory camera shot when she is at games. LO- u are an idiot. I said it. Oh yeah - apparently after a month of dating, they want to get married.
- I cant believe September is almost over - where the fuck is the year going? What have I accomplished. I hate this time of year. I need to make each day count more.
- Glad Mayweather won. Cant wait for Pacqaio now..mayweather has brought boxing back.
Because Friday was not a rager, I woke up early Sat am trying to decide how to spend the day. Even though Cal game started at 9, i decided to sacrifice the first quarter for a little b-ball. There is nothing more relaxing than playing ball for me. But standard G, I can hit a 3 or mid range jumper, but i cannot for the life of me make a freaking lay-up. I have had this issue since 5th grade - I have spent hours shooting layups, but when it comes to gametime, i just spazz..It almost cost my team the first game, and given there was a 4 game wait, i would have gotten yelled at - people are hella emotional at the Bay Club and sometimes play cheap to avoid losing.
What is crazy though, I was watching the new Prius commercial, and one of the dudes i play ball with is in it.
Anyhow, rolled down to Stanford around 945am, which was a beautiful drive. I had the indian program blaring on the radio and was able to push my car to 90mph...ahah the maxima still has some kick to it. Got to see Domes and watched an awesome Cal game but it was cool just kicking it and catching up. Felt like we had not done that for a couple years. Jokes were cracking, talked shit about everyone we knew, had our obligatory exchange about Ravi, who provides endless humor. Again i was amazed how fun this can be. I think living in the city, I am def on the go, go, go mentality all the time - but something about coming to surburbia slows my thoughts down. We came back and watched some of his wedding video, which provided alot of laughs as well.
Afterwards I pulled up into a Barnes Noble to study for the CFAs. Barnes and Nobles, I think has just accepted that only 2% of the people there ever have the intention of buying something. I mean they all have Starbucks so you can enjoy a latte while you read all the magazines you want for free. They should prolly change that model somehow.Anyhow, I made a beeline to the magazines as well as I way to procastinate. Everyone should def check out the new Maxim for the Audrina spread - this girl from the Hills who looks awesome.
As I looked for a chair, I saw this book about Pat Tillman by the author of Into the Wild. From page 1, I was engrossed. Call me guju or unemployed I did not want to pay $30 for the book, nor did i want to wait 3 months to get it from the libary - yes I do have a library card and requests books from it. Deal. So for the next 2 hours I sat there reading, drinking my free water. Given the fact that Pat Tillman grew up in San Jose and went to the same high school as Somesh and countless others, made it home more. But seriously, you all should read this. Yeah we all know he gave up his football career for the Army, but he lived a life in a manner that I hope that I just can have one day with his mentality. He really was a self-reliant man, like Emerson, who had extremely high principles, high morals, very well-read and cultured and was always thinking. He kept a journal (the books has alot of his entries), loved fiercely, and surprisingly was very honest with his feelings. Like I said, def read it for yourself.
On Saturday went to Apt 24 for a bday party. After such a chill Friday and Saturday i was debating whether i should actually go. However I knew I would get yelled at if I did not go, so I headed over. Started the night with a little prepartying and then got into mood. One of the girls had gotten bottle service which was nice so we did not have to wait in line. I dont know what is happening but I actually think i am becoming guju. Ill buy $35000 of a stock randomly on a hunch and be okay with a 15% loss, but spending actual cash bugs me. Cant believe I am actually going to post this but yeah. Given that I was barely drunk, I decided I needed to take action. I could spend $60 at the bar to get drunk, but i was like fuck that. So i went to the liquor store two doors down, spent 10 for 4 shooters, and then walked back into the club. Gangsta Gangsta, huh?!?
My plan worked a little too well, and I woke up in an apartment with two girls next to me, one on the couch and on one the floor. Take a second to imagine the possibilities.
Wait for it.
Wait for it.
Sadly, it was not a fantastic victoria secret party where I was the guest of honor, I just ended up crashing at the bday girls place with all of her friends. I dont know if this happens to you, but I definitely had the moment of terror where I was like where the fuck am I. I popped up out of bed, tried to find my glasses and run home. Of couse my big ass made so much noise, everyone yelled at me to shut the fuck up, calm down and go back to sleep. I told them that I was leaving and got yelled at more, so I went back to sleep.
In the morning, I honestly felt like Jane Goodall, but instead of watching gorillas, i was watching five girls in their natural habitat post a night out. Holy shit, they talk alot of shit. It was unbelivable, they had a comment about every dude (one girl said "i am tired of these 5'5 guys", apparently while standing next to a short dude who unsuccessfully tried to hit on her) and had to recount the entire night - who was dancing with who, who made out with who, whose dress was slutty, who was being a bitch, etc. Luckily I was spared, most likely because I was there, though I sure the minute I left they unleashed. I wanted to leave so they could have their girl time, but every time I made a move for the door, I got yelled to sit down - apparently they felt super comfortable around me (which made me feel super gay).
It was pretty interesting for the first two hours to hear all this and see them talk shit, but then I began to feel uneasy and tired. On a sidenote, I hate sleeping in and need to be doing somethign by 10am. These girls were still all lounging at noon.
Having the Raider game on helped, but every two seconds one of these girls felt a need to learn the whole game of football from me.
However, the truth was I was holding all my gas in from the night and needed to safety like no one's business. Literally my stomach was grumbling because all the farts I held in. I felt like my ass could blow up a blimp. I was super scared that any sudden movements would cause the cork to pop and literally it would be game over. Further, I had to take one of those dumps after a big night of drinking, which are awesome because they stink like crazy and are huge. There was no way that I could that to her bathroom - I went to check to see if she had any airfresher in the bathroom, she had none.
When I finally left, I left this awesome trail of gas from her apt, down the long hallway, all the way to elevator. I prayed no one would get it on before the lobby. Glory!!!!!
I was about a $10 cab ride home, and my gujuness came out again and decided to walk home. Doing the walk of shame at 1:30pm down the embarcadero was hilarious... I got so many odd looks. The rest of the afternoon was spent in Barnes and Noble reading the next 100 pages of the book. Reading his journal inspired me to start blogging again. Some of my posts will be a little more serious and comment on life and some will be drunk ass stories - just a little warning.
As usual some random ass thoughts:
- I got the call from my mom that it is Navrati and she asked me not to eat meat for a week. I told her i would, but would still eat eggs. Anyhow, its only day 2, and its hard as shit. I dont know what I ate the first 18 years of my life, but i have already had burritos, pizza, sandwiches and asian. The next week will be intersting
- the new "just say no" commercial should feature Lamar and Khloe Kardasian. What the fuck is he thinking? Marijuana def fucked with his head. Hopefully it does not affect tha lakers, but now we are going to get the obligatory camera shot when she is at games. LO- u are an idiot. I said it. Oh yeah - apparently after a month of dating, they want to get married.
- I cant believe September is almost over - where the fuck is the year going? What have I accomplished. I hate this time of year. I need to make each day count more.
- Glad Mayweather won. Cant wait for Pacqaio now..mayweather has brought boxing back.
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