Weekend Wrap-Up

This kid was given the choice of ice cream cake and flan, ate a single cookie, and drank three glasses of water. I just want to steal him.

Arthur’s Birthday. Coach Sushi & Bottomless Sake = Blackout Drunk. Vivi & Nuno’s Birthday. Eddy – The Original Cutie Pie. UCSD/Bay Area transplant parties. Sunday, Funday. Chargers fucking DOMINATE. Szechuan peppers … set yourself on fire. End.

Whoever said sake doesn't give you hangovers was a cold-blooded liar.

Wrecked. Also note my go-to drunk face. So embarrassing.

One more for the road.

I almost missed Thanksgiving dinner because it’s being planned in Google Wave.

Ugggh, all of this technology makes my. brain. hurt. so. much.

How did I get roped into this, and most importantly – what the fuck is Google Wave? WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO WRONG?

Be my friend?

A long time ago my parents instilled the fear of lateness in me. Because of this I take the same train every morning to get dropped off in Berk at 9am on the dot. I see the same people every morning, from the guy who sells Street Spirits in front of Half Price Books to the shop owners/workers like Martin the Charger fan from Na$ty City who swears he knew my dad in the 70’s. Martin also looks like he may have done his fair share of meth in his heyday, so I smile and tell him I’ll tell Eddie he says hi.

Anyway, I’m bringing this up because I see the same girl heading into the BART station as I’m headed out on the daily (including today), and we always give each other the once-over cuz girl’s got style yo, she’s cute, and she’s almost starting to smile at me, so I kinda really want to be her friend. I never knew how this could go down (I’m envisioning 2nd grade when Bree slipped me a note before recess asking if I wanted to be her best friend – circle yes or no, to which I replied “maybe,” natch.) but last night’s Gossip Girl played out the scenario so well, it was like God was like “dooooo ittttt, here’s your chance.”

Blair spies said potential bestie at a coffee shop carrying a brand-new Valentino bag, and marches over to befriend her. While I imagine this is like trying to talk to a boy you like for the first time (sputtering and shaking ‘n’ shit), Blair pulls it off and manages to get her to be her plus one at some rager that very night. Awesome right? Who knew it was that easy.

Bummer though, because ol’ girl was a call girl, this is fiction, and I’m a chicken shit, so this totally won’t work. But Operation Make Shattuck Girl my friend is on. Because I really need to go shopping soon. Shit, maybe I’ll post a missed connection for her “You: Awesome, Me: Equally Awesome, let’s swap clothes.”

Erm…

After reading that, I might get the wrong kinda responses. *Sigh* I’ll keep brainstorming.

It’s Monday and My Liver Hurts.

But it was worth it.

A dead camera battery and an overall lack of motivation make it almost certain I won’t revisist this weekend, but it was filled with mini golf, cement slides and Pink Truck.

Love. Life.

Birthday Weekend [Cancer Ed.]

So I was able to successfully attend 2/3 birthday celebrations this weekend. Morgan Hill was a big, fat no-go do to alternator issues (without getting into the nitty gritty, let’s just say AAA was called, sleeping in the car at 4am ensued…) but we were able to enjoy these two kiddoes birthdays, so all’s well that ends well. See for yourself after the jump!

T.G.I.F.

I’m not sure how much more my liver can take after last weekend, but I’m gonna sure try to abuse the crap out of it. This weekend consists of three separate birthday celebrations (including one dance party!) and I just hope my little body will hold out on me.

Stay tuned for the pics, because now that I’ve got a camera NO ONE IS SAFE.