I’ve supported Jessie through everything from swim meets to soccer games to sugar cleanses… It’s scary to think that someone so incredibly health-conscious and physically fit could suddenly get cancer, and even scarier when that person is one of your dearest friends.
If anyone can beat this, it’s you, bb. Love you so much ♥
I spent my holiday vacation back home in San Diego making memories with family and old friends.
Just after Christmas, my cousin and her family were involved in a devastating house fire that took the life of her daughter and everything they owned. It has been a difficult year for my family in general, and this tragedy solidified 2015 as the worst year ever! Hopefully 2016 is kinder to us all. A friend of the family set up a GoFundMe account if you would like to make a donation to help.
My dear friend, Jay, also lost his mom over the holidays, and I met up with him and friends I haven’t seen in forever at her memorial. I love seeing these guys, because no matter how much time has passed, we can all still pick up right where we left off. The highlight of my day was when Pammie and I walked into the chapel and Jay’s brother greeted us with arms wide open and a simple, “Bitches.” Classic Rome. Jay trying to give me dating advice was a very close second. The lowlight of my day had to be when my ex-boyfriend brought his fiancé and his parents to the memorial, and all I brought was my extra holiday weight. LOL. Just kidding. (I brought my sister, too.)
My resolution this year is to be better about staying in touch with family and friends. I have a tendency to close myself off, and I’m trying to work on that. You really never know when you’re going to lose your loved ones…
I suggested we have our first friendsgiving this year, partly because I wanted an excuse to make dessert, but mostly because Anthony owed me smoked wings for telling me he was gonna come up for the Rose Bowl flea market the other weekend, having me drive back up to LA at 2am, and canceling via text at six in the morning!
There were no smoked wings (he made a pot roast instead), but there were tons of laughs and surprisingly delicious healthy food from Shi. Haha. Till next year, clowns!
Every time one of us gets married, it’s like a mini reunion. I love that no matter how many days, months or years have gone by, we can all still pick up right where we left off ♥
…or what I get for answering Anthony’s phone call after ignoring him for two months. When I moved to LA, he used to call me every Sunday to see how I was doing. This was like eight Sundays worth of conversations!
Jessie was chosen to compete at the Nike Training Club Summer Throwdown in my ‘hood this past weekend, so I had to come support! The girl who won MVP warmed up for that brutal 2-hour workout by running from Santa Monica to Hermosa Beach (14 miles!). My exercise for the day was parking three blocks away and walking to the event at the pier. And I warmed up with half a breakfast burrito, so… I think she has me beat there.
I’ve missed this girl as much as I’ve missed helping her carbo-load for her marathons! Ha. So proud of you, b ♥
I’m horrible at returning messages… I currently have 403 unread emails in my inbox! If it seems like I’m ignoring you, I probably haven’t gotten to your email yet. (But if your name is Anthony, I’m really just ignoring you.)
Last night, I did two things I haven’t done in a long time—I went to happy hour with Kelley (who I haven’t seen in four years!), and I ate solid foods.
It was glorious.
Someone at the bar thought I was 21 (bless their heart) and told me that I had beautiful skin! My inner goddess swayed in a gentle victorious samba. Clearly, I’ve been reading too much Fifty Shades.
Nobody needs to see your belly button trail, happy or sad!
I finally had dinner with my favorite b’s last night! It’s so hard to get everyone together when we’re all so busy planning imaginary weddings on pinterest taking care of babies, studying for CPA exams, training for marathons, playing soccer, and testing “social experiments” 😉 Some of us don’t even have time to shower! LOL!
Some friends of mine are running this zombie infested 5K obstacle course race. I’ve done 5Ks before, but this pretty much sounds like the makings of my worst nightmare!
In related news, I’m all caught up with The Walking Dead. What am I supposed to do now?
I found this nipple cream in my car today and thought it might be mine until I read “sore, cracked nursing nipples” on the label! Ha. This is what happens when your friends have babies!
Thank you for taking me out for beers on your birthday. I was one beer away from jocking you hard into a half mouth kiss. LOLOL. That’s so ugly. My stomach hurts from laughing all night. You really are a beacon for lost souls, if only my own. Happy birthday, friend!
Happy birthday to my BFF at work! I didn’t come in an hour early to post-it bomb just anyone’s desk 😉 My appreciation for you runs deeper than your secret love for Hootie and the Blowfish. And I think we both know just how deep that is. Ha!
Jessie was able to score us free tickets to SD Beer Fest last night! Shi was the least drunk, but managed to spill the most beer. And had a hard time remembering anything this morning. So… pretty much a regular day for her. Ha.
It probably wasn’t the best idea to drive on gas fumes yesterday. Or offer to give my stranded coworker a ride home when we got off early. Or blast my air conditioning while sitting in traffic for 45 minutes because all the lights were out.
During The Great Blackout of 2011, I was stuck at Anthony’s house with an empty gas tank thinking, This is who I’m spending the end of the world with??? Ha.
Things I learned during the blackout:
Don’t wait till your gas light turns on to fill up
Anthony washes his face with Aveeno Skin Brightening Daily Scrub
All you need in an emergency situation is a bottle of wine, a gas grill, and a friend who knows how to cook
If they will do it with you, they will do it to you.
Dinner with friends turned into an emergency girl boy session at Station Tavern last night. Afterward, I polished off an entire bottle of wine by myself like I was the one hurting! Or… like it was just another Tuesday. Ha.
August was a tough month for love! Hello, September. I hope you’re amazeballs.
Booty Bassment with my favorite ballerinas at the Whistle Stop last night! You can’t see them in the picture, but Antonio and Jessie were doing the bernie while this was going on.
The universe is obvi confused about what we want, judging by the excessive amount of emergency girl sessions, tears and vino consumed this past month. So the girls and I wrote our own letters to the universe last night and lit that shit on fire.
We were enjoying some sangria afterward when the man at the neighboring fire pit offered us some brisket. Was the universe answering my letter already? Maybe I should have been more specific when I said I wanted more meat in my life!
Jess and I are still sick, so we spent all day Friday watching movies in our underwear, overdosing on Zicam and Emergen-C cocktails, and carbo-loading in preparation for her race today. Yes, I probably didn’t need to carbo-load with her, but what’s done is done.
Congrats on completing the Triple Crown, Jessie! We couldn’t be more proud of you ♥
My only requirement for my next home will be that it has a life-size wind chime swing in the front yard like this one Christine is swinging on at Outside Lands.
The first person to find me this home gets a crisp $5 bill.
If there’s no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I’ll follow you into the dark
Three days of live music wasn’t enough for us, so Jessie and I kept the party going in SD last night at the Death Cab for Cutie show.
Now we’re both sick, and Jess is worried about the half marathon she’s supposed to run this Sunday, while I’m worried about not being able to taste the celebratory beer we’ll both be drinking after she crosses the finish line! Ha. Priorities…
Yesterday was the perfect ending to my far from perfect week. I had lunch at Influx (where a ham & brie croissant melt #1 could turn anyone’s day around), witnessed sweaty eye candy at the Und1sputed Ones soccer game, and finished the night off at Blind Lady Ale House with pizza, beer and my girls. And some random dude who joined us at our table. And put his hand on my knee.
The fact that I even mentioned the random dude who put his hand on my knee as one of the highlights should be an indication of how shitty my week really was.
Liberty Station’s Summer Movie Mania night consisted of Mona Lisa sandwiches, wine, brie, Jessie’s brownies, my favorite girls, and Tom Cruise before his crazy couch jumping days.
Quote of the night:
Who needs a boy to keep you warm when you’ve got wine?
There was no doubt that I woke up in a dude’s apartment this morning. Thirty or so empty craft brew bottles lined the mantle behind me. There was an outdoor patio set in the dining room, complete with a hole in the table for the absent umbrella. And to top it all off, my friend’s roommate offered me packets of ketchup to eat for breakfast. Ha! At least he made me coffee first.
Jesse and I agreed that if it wasn’t for my vagina, we’d have a serious bromance going on.
Bon Iver – Re: Stacks
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Everything that happens from now on
This is pouring rain
This is paralyzed
You were having a shitty day at work today, so I shared my favorite Bon Iver song with you to make you feel better. And then I found out what you did. Now every time I hear this song, I’ll be reminded of the exact moment you lost me as a friend.
I had Sunday brunch, bloody marys and breakthroughs at The Tractor Room with Jessie, Christine and Pammie, or shall I say “Can’t Commit” Mary, Mama Rosa Mary and The TJ Mary—I’ll let you guess who’s who 😉 I’m The Drunk Clam Mary, obvi.
I went to work yesterday morning, had happy hour (and a $200 tab according to my bank account!) at JT’s with my coworkers afterward, never made it home or to The Casbah as planned with Jessie last night, and woke up this morning in my coworker’s apartment.
Contrary to the last time I went out with all my work friends (AKA my manager’s drunken birthday disaster of 2008), I’m pretty sure we’ll all still be speaking to each other on Monday! Ha.
This message from Christine made it worth getting up butt early on a Sunday to support my friends at the Rock ‘n’ Roll marathon:
Thank you sooooooo much for coming out! I love love loved the sign! I seriously was about to start crying afterwards! It made such a difference in the race today just to see you out there. You seriously helped me through it, I saw you right when I was exhausted and in pain and was like, “I can’t stop running, Mayan woke up early and got out here before she even normally goes to work!”
This morning, I woke up at an unholy hour to do the Navy Bay Bridge Run/Walk with the girls. Jessie and Christine had their long run yesterday in preparation for the Rock ‘n’ Roll Marathon next month, so they rested their stems and strolled the 5k with us. I realized that this would be my only opportunity in life to beat their time, so I sprinted past them just as we were crossing the finish line! Ha 😉
Afterward, we walked another mile to The Mission for breakfastbrunch lunch (the wait was 90 minutes!) where I tried some delicious soy chorizo. Who knew that fake Mexican sausage could rock my world?
Neon Trees – Wish List
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The girls and I are doing a gift exchange via Elfster this year. Gifts in our collective wish list include: red tights (not footless), San Diego Chargers hipster panties, an Aveda gift card, and Kid Rainen from the Jabbawockeez.
(I’m pretty sure the latter exceeds our previously agreed upon $30 limit, Chris!)
I tried three estheticians before discovering Linda at Viva Brazil. And when I showed up for my appointment this afternoon, my stomach fell out of my butt when they informed me that Linda had called in sick. Contrary to popular belief, I don’t let just anyone touch my vagina! After having survived our waxings with Margarita, Pammie and I had a celebratory lunch at Phil’s BBQ where we ran into my BFF and her fam. How dare she eat there without me??? At least she let us cut in line 🙂
Movie night with Shi on Friday. We watched Easy A, and it was hilarious! Def the funniest movie I’ve seen this year. Kind of makes me want to censor what I post on here. And possibly get checked for chlamydia.
Lunch and lingerie with the bestie on Saturday. Domo Sushi was fab, although as far as sushi in east county goes, my heart belongs to Banbu. The sushi at Domo is crazy cheap, however. The Mexican roll was half off at $4, and I’ve never gotten a Mexican roll for that cheap (or without consequences) before. Alicia is celebrating her 15-year anniversary with Ray next weekend. Their relationship has lasted longer than the sum of all my relationships. And I’m even counting the online boyfriend I had for a brief moment in 1997. This occasion clearly warranted two hours of lingerie shopping at Parkway Plaza. All I went home with was some Starbucks and ideas for my future boyfriend. Boo whore.
On Sunday, I got up at an ungodly hour to make strides against breast cancer with the women in my family. Afterward, we had brunch at Brian’s to celebrate Chel’s birthday. Seven chicken and waffles, please! YUM. I did not feel the least bit guilty after having just walked 5K in the rain. Christine 1up’d us and ran the Nike Women’s (Half) Marathon in SF! While we didn’t run 13 miles and weren’t greeted at the finish line with firemen in tuxedos handing out Tiffany necklaces (lucky!), we walked for a great cause and in memory of my aunt. It’s not too late to make a donation towards breast cancer research here.
It’s Restaurant Week, so Jay invited me to dinner at Peohe’s in Coronado. It was like that one time he took me to Black Angus before the Sweethearts Dance when I was sixteen, except we didn’t slow dance afterward. Nor did I earn the title of “Freak Me ’98” tonight. Haha. He wishes!
Peohe’s is the place that Jay takes every girl he’s trying to cupcake. I always jokingly gave him shit about never taking me there, and he finally took me so I could quit my bitchin’! Looks like I’ve finally made it 😉 The hostess sat us down outside, and I sipped on a Mango Mojito while checking out the menu and enjoying the view. We started off with Maui-Style Onion Rings. They’re fried in coconut batter, and I’m not a fan of coconut (unless it’s dessert, and even then I’m selective), but I thought I’d give it a whirl. I ended up liking the chipotle ketchup dip better than the onion rings, but I could see why Jay likes them so much. We both ordered the Lobster Bisque and Crab Stuffed Tilapia with caper butter and wild rice. Jay finished off with the No Ka Oi (macadamia nut ice cream pie in a chocolate cookie crust with chocolate sauce), while I got the Macadamia Nut Creme Brulee. Yowza! I’ve never eaten so good in my life.
I’m not gonna lie, I was thoroughly impressed… from the food, to the amazing view of the bay and downtown, to the attentive waitress who occasionally swept the crumbs off our table while we ate. Fancy! Too bad I was there with Jay and not a real date! Haha. All of this right here… wasted. Oh, well. I’d rather be there with him than some ass clown who orders their steak well done and butterflied. Deal breaker!
Happy 30th birthday to my dear friend, Gerald. You once bought me these Paul Frank pajama pants I had been eyeballing for Christmas, and I’ve never been able to wear them, because you thought I was a size smaller than I was (which was a gift in and of itself). You were the only one brave enough to teach me how to drive a stick shift, and you were patient with me even after I burned your clutch. You trusted me to watch your fish while you were deployed, and you didn’t hate me when he died. You’re the coolest navy seal I know, and wherever you are in this world, I hope that you’re safe, drinking a Monster, eating some Mike & Ike’s, and reading this wondering why you’re still friends with a person who burned your clutch and killed your fish.
Shotgun trip to Vegas this past weekend. We ate at Studio B inside the M Resort. Twice. We watched the JBWKZ do chest pops. We floated down a lazy river. We managed to escape running into all the people from SD who were also in town for the weekend. It was more like a relaxing vacation than the usual trip to Vegas. No high heels. No clubs. No hangover. What has my life come to?
So it’s no secret that I want the shrimp at Crab Hut to have my babies. Pammie comes down every weekend, and every weekend we go to Crab Hut. We always order two pounds of boiled shrimp with full house/medium sauce and rotate the appetizers (clearly, we’re creatures of habit). Lately, we’ve been ordering fried calamari and sweet potato fries. And then we get boba next door at Tapioca Express afterward, because we’re Asian and we like stereotypes. I’m pretty sure that no one frequents Crab Hut more than we do, so my title as mayor is secure unless Pammie starts sneaking trips without me (I wouldn’t put it past her).
Last night, I had dinner plans with Trace at Crab Hut. I invited Jay just so he could peel our shrimp for us! Jay invited the newlyweds, Alana and Jed, and Trace brought her boyfriend, Gary. If I knew this was going to be a couples thing, I wouldn’t have brought Jay! Haha. Just kidding. Like I would’ve peeled my own shrimp!
I went to TNT at the Museum of Contemporary Art downtown last night. After work, I took the trolley from Old Town and got ogled by three different men at three different stops on the 9-minute ride. Public transportation is for the pervs! Chel, Christine, Anthony and I had a light dinner at St. Tropez. While the food was just okay and the hip hop music distracted from the French ambiance, we did, however, enjoy how our seats vibrated every fifteen minutes from the passing trolley buses—Yes, even Anthony enjoyed it. And yes, it’s been entirely too long since I’ve had a man.
We hit up MCASD afterward, and some of the artwork was just beyond me, but I did enjoy this one piece by Vhils made of sculpted brick wall with plaster and paint:
I also enjoyed the Stone IPA, the 9 o’clock Mexican and seeing three of our collective ex’s. Yeah, that wasn’t awkward.
Several street artists, including Shepard Fairey and Banksy, did public commissions around downtown, so def check them out if you’re in the area.
The most beautiful discovery true friends can make is that they can grow separately without growing apart.
– Elisabeth Foley
I saw an old friend today. Even though our lives are so different now, it was like nothing had changed… him in his Obey shirt, me in my Reefs. Seeing him makes me miss him.
Shi wanted to have dinner at Pho Cali tonight to ease her sore throat. It seems like everyone has been getting sick lately!
We met up with Jay, Leah, Charlene and Sha at Babycakes for dessert. As former ASB president, Leah’s been trying to get me to go to our ten year reunion this weekend. But I left high school where I left my crush on Jordan Catalano—in the 90s where it belongs. Why get all dolled up to make small talk with old classmates at the Marriott when I can sit at home in my chones and read their Facebook statuses on my news feed instead?
(I’m kidding. I totally block their status updates.)
P.S. If you don’t know who Jordan Catalano is, then you are too young and I am too old.
Jay has a tendency to turn his birthday into a month-long extravaganza, but this year he only subjected us to two outings (shocking!). The girls and I are notorious for disappearing during his birthday celebrations every year, and he’ll never let us forget the time we left in the middle of his party for frozen yogurt at Yogotango. Or dinner at Friday’s. Or dinner at The Spot. This year was no different.
This Irish Angel (chocolate cake layered with Bailey’s creme brulee) was totally worth the shit Jay’s going to give us for leaving The Office again this year when he sees the pictures we took of us eating at Heaven Sent Desserts on his camera 😉
We all played a round of Catch Phrase at Anthony’s before the movie last night. When it was my sister’s fiance’s turn, the clue that he gave us was, “This is what I am.” He’s a big guy, so people were like, ummm… ummm… and I turned to Anthony and was like, “OMG. Nobody wants to say it!” and Anthony blurts out, “One of a kind!” LOL.
Pat Sajak: The category is People Who Annoy You. Randy: Uh… Well, uh… Pat Sajak: Ten seconds, Mr. Marsh. Randy: I know it but I don’t think I should say it. Pat Sajak: Five seconds, Mr. Marsh. Randy: Oh all right uh, I’d like to solve the puzzle! Niggers! Stan: Oooo. Randy: Oh naggers. Of course, naggers. Right. Pat Sajak: Uhh, can we cut to a… Can we cut to a…
My coworker ate shit, split her lip and nearly broke her arm while walking to work today. As someone whose legs are permanently scarred (and ruined!) from falling down the stairs last Halloween, I empathized and tried to ease her pain with an Iced Caramel Macchiato and a ride home from work. She loves Chelsea Lately and would definitely appreciate this quote:
At some point during almost every romantic comedy, the female lead suddenly trips and falls, stumbling helplessly over something ridiculous like a leaf, and then some Matthew McConaughey type either whips around the corner just in the nick of time to save her or is clumsily pulled down along with her. That event predictably leads to the magical moment of their first kiss. Please. I fall ALL the time. You know who comes and gets me? The bouncer.
Luckily, I have friends who escort my drunk ass out before the bouncer does. The same friends also take incriminating cell phone pictures of me passed out in hotel bathrooms and whip them out amongst strangers, but that’s neither here nor there.
Thanks to Anthony for hosting dinner last night and sharing this hilarious monologue with us (four different times). The chicken enchiladas parmesan was interesting, but I enjoyed the wine and company!
Pammie, Chel, Shi, Anthony and I (the Choadorios!) hit up Pho Cali and Cups for Shi’s birthday. No matter where we are, we always end up being that table—the loudest one in the restaurant. Sorry if we’re just having more fun than you… Vietnamese noodles and cupcakes aren’t exactly fine dining, so learn to love our obnoxious infectious laughter and keep cool, my babies. My stomach hurts from all that laughing. Or maybe it was from those two cupcakes I ate. Or the breakfast burrito I had earlier… Get off me.
Someone I used to know emailed me out of the blue last week. We were just teenagers when we knew each other. He was a part of my past that I thought would never come back—sort of like the tongue ring I used to have when I knew him. And the brown chola lip liner I used to wear. Yet there was his name in lowercase letters waiting for me in my inbox. He said that he looked me up online and stumbled upon my blog. I cyberstalk google random people all the time, but I don’t think I’ve ever contacted anyone I don’t talk to anymore. I’m really horrible at keeping in touch. Before I know it, days, months, and years go by. Like January 2010, for example. I’m still in denial it ever happened. How is it February already??? Sometimes I feel like it’s too late to say anything… I’m glad people think otherwise, though. It was really nice to hear from him (and only a little bit creepy).
I was curious about what other details of my life surfaced when he looked me up online, so I googled myself. I’m quite the social networking butterfly—my Facebook, Myspace and Twitter accounts came up first. I can only handle one social network at a time, so I haven’t touched my Myspace since I joined Facebook, and my tweets are few and far between (to the dismay of @idntfd—he thinks my life is far more interesting than it really is). Nothing too embarrassing or too personal came up, though… unless you count my old Xanga page—complete with a rotating icon of me, my ex, and my aforementioned tongue ring. Yikes.
I had dinner and drinks at Benihana last night with Frank, Jay, Liz, Josie and Nancy. The food was SO good and the company even better. I couldn’t stop laughing with Josie over there talking about vagina wigs and Frank telling me how I should eat a cherry tomato. LOL. One Passionate Pearls martini, two glasses of Benihana punch and three sake shots later, I was too drunk to realize how much this fun was costing me. Haha. It was worth it. More pictures here.
Late last night, Shi and I lay there on the beach bundled up in our sleeping bags and blankets awaiting the Leonid meteor shower. It made me think about the times my old friends and I would drive out to the mountains in Jamul and lay in the back of Gerald’s truck and watch for shooting stars. I really miss those days. Before yesterday, I could probably count on one hand how many shooting stars I had seen in my whole life. It was epic! I can’t wait for the Geminid shower next month.
EO: just know mayan EO: you are a GEM EO: like so super rare EO: that when that guy finds you EO: he’ll feel like he struck gold EO: it’s puzzling to me EO: how he could fuck up a great thing EO: you be you EO: you’re fan-fuckin-tabulous… know that also EO: like i dont know anyone else that plays poker… and when it’s their turn… instead of saying “call”… they say “queen-jack!” EO: lol! mayanrocks: oh hell no
Congratulations to my dear friend on officially becoming a NAVY SEAL. I’ve never been so proud in my life. He’s been talking about becoming a seal ever since I rocked braces. He’s just one of those people who follows through with everything they say—a quality I’ve always admired, but am clearly lacking myself. It’s obvious by my extended stay at SDSU and Pammie’s ridiculous fifty-pound lead in our race to bring sexy back. I’ve been trying to get my life together, though. I’m taking an unheard of (to me, anyway) eighteen units this semester and keeping both my internship and regular job on top of school. Once this crazy semester is over, I’ll be taking a celebratory vacation in Hawaii with Pammie, Chel and Shi during winter break. And hopefully, I’ll be able to visit G on the east coast sometime before he comes back. There’s just so much I want to do, and I feel like I can do anything now. Trace and I were talking about moving up to LA together once she’s finished with cosmetology school. I’m looking forward to the possibility of living with my best friend (who just happens to be a personal fitness trainer. And a yoga instructor. And a hair stylist. Who cuts my hair for free). We’ll live in WeHo. She’ll do hair and I’ll do art. We’ll eat Pinkberry for breakfast. And maybe for lunch, too, if it’s that kinda day (and it will be). I’m not gonna lie. It’s gonna be fun times. If not LA, I’m open to moving to NYC and working for Connected Ventures. If I landed a job there after college, I would move to New York, no question.
Subtle reminders of my age have been more noticeable lately. I noticed it when I filled out a survey and realized, for the first time, I could no longer check the “18-24” age box. I noticed it when, on a recent trip to Vegas, the highlight of my weekend was not partying at Tao and being drunk off my ass, but watching a Cirque Du Soleil show completely sober. I noticed it when I was up at two in the morning researching a good primary care provider for my HMO instead of refreshing my Myspace page for new comments. Also, a lot of people I know got married and/or reproduced this year. I guess I’m around that age when things of that nature happen. I just always thought that it would happen to me by the time I hit twenty-five.
The thought of growing up used to terrify me, but now I’m excited about the years ahead. I guess it isn’t so bad when you’ve got Hawaiian vacations and the prospect of life in a new city to look forward to. I feel fortunate to have nothing (and no one) holding me back. Unless one of Gerald’s hot Navy Seal friends wants to hold me back. Because then I’d have to reconsider this whole single life in the city thing.
Rocky would be so much happier if you bought him this dog bowldesigned by Milo Ventimiglia. It’s for a good cause… Wouldn’t you love to help provide for the well-being of animals in Southern California? Or maybe just Rocky’s well-being? I mean, look at him. Could he be any more dramatic in this picture? Anyway, I’ve been so busy that I haven’t had time to blog, let alone have a decent night out with my friends. I’ve been looking forward to this Vegas trip for months now. I’ve been excited about partying at Tao. I’ve been excited about singing along with the Beatles at LOVE (a Cirque du Soleil show). I’ve been excited about getting out of SD for a few days… but now that it’s just weeks away, I’m dreading the forecasted 110° weather… I’m dreading sharing a room with twenty people… and I’m especially bummed that I’ll be going to Vegas the weekend of Comic Con since Milo Ventimiglia is going to be there this year with the cast of Heroes (again), and I’m going to miss it (again).
BUT… I’ve still got my hopes up for an awesome weekend. Everything just seems to be falling into place for me. Don’t you love when that happens? I’ve been so worried lately. I had all this anxiety about my new job. I didn’t get my grant for school. I got a $400 traffic ticket. I’ve been barely getting by since I left my job at the bank to do a meagerly paid graphic design internship at SDSU last semester… and now everything is just working itself out. My new job at AAA pays well, offers benefits and works around my internship and school schedule… and they gave me the weekend off for Vegas. My traffic ticket was dismissed after I contested it in court. I’m no longer swimming in a sea of debt now that I’ve had extra money to pay off my credit cards. Sure, I work two jobs that hardly allow any time for me to do much else… and sure, I have to take calls sometimes from pervs who need a tow home from Spearmint Rhino. Whatever. I’m happier than I’ve been in a while. With all this good fortune, I half expect a Pinkberry to pop up in the valley.
I feel like poo. Last night I went to PB Bar & Grill with Ed, Jay, Jose, Gabe, Mike, and Chris (sausage central, but Juanice and Leah were there with their APhiG sisters. Aww, I’ve missed those girls!). I haven’t drank like that in forever, and now I remember why. I went to bed three hours ago and woke up half an hour ago to throw up my insides. I had a pretty good fucking time, though. I was having drama with my boyfriend, so I went there on a mission to drink away my problems. It was fun until the alcohol wore off. I’ve made a new best friend and her name is Blue Hawaiian. Jose, you owe me an Irish Car Bomb! I think I’ll wait awhile before I drink like that again… give my esophagus some time to recover. PB tomorrow, anyone???
Rocky would be so much happier if you bought him this 
