A funny post before the serious one.
Okay, fact. I still don't know how to dress. I'm not sure what looks good on me. It's hard to me to put outfits together. I wear the same shit all too often. It doesn't help that I'm overweight, so shit doesn't look as good on me.
However, I do know what does NOT look good on me. Orange. Hats. Thick black rim glasses. Cardigans. Pink windbreakers. These items emphasis the ugly parts of me. Well, except for orange. I dunno why, but orange just DON'T GO. I tried on an orange shirt one time and it seriously took all my willpower to keep from my punching my face and the mirror at the same time.
Japanese are definitely not the African-Americans of the Asian world. Unless maybe you're one of those Japanese who are dark (I.e. Wes Abe). But nah, Filipinos are the blacks of the Asian culture. How do i know this? Because Filipinos can wear anything. And it's in their blood. Filipinos love shoes, vneck sweaters, graphic tees, and layering. They also like DJing, dancing in dance crews, and singing "Lately" by Jodeci. (For more information, please contact your local Filipino and/or a Mr. Jason Daco)
With the shitball economy, I would have expected some of the higher end stores that I like to check out to drop all the prices on their clothes. But NAH. Still expensive. wtf. But I heard on the radio that the retail market is gonna drop for at least another 6 months. And maybe even beyond that. Shoot. I'm cool with that! However, i know the bottom has finally fallen out the day I own something from Louis Vuitton. That will BE THE DAY.
Note to self: Get into wedding cake business or women's shoes. Check it out. The average cost of a wedding cake is HUNDREDS. People pay hundreds to thousands of dollars for wedding cakes! And what makes a good wedding cake. The taste. But what makes for good taste? Good ingredients. Right, but let's be real real. All you gotta do to make a good cake it put in more of the bad-for-you stuff. More eggs. More cream. More sugar. Shiet. I can do that! I go to cake school for like a year or two. Then I start selling wedding cakes, then I buy a solid gold ferrari with a phone booth on top (JUST CUZ) and retire.
And women's shoes. My friend told me bout this pair of shoes she saw that she really likes. Price tag? 1400. Yup. one thousand. four hundred. dollars. The amount of material that is used in expensive women's shoes is like next to nothing. And yet women will pay this money (and more) for shoes like Jimmy Choo's and such. Damn. I don't know shit about women's fashion, women's shoes, etc. but I know a good business plan when I see it! Step 1) Make 10 shoes. Step 2) Spread the word that they're hella limited and only 10 were made. Step 3) Price each shoe at 10k Step 4) sell all shoes. Step 5) release 50 more collections in the same way Step 6) Buy solid gold ferrari with a hot tub on the roof Step 7) Retire and reenact rap videos every day (just the part where they chill by the pool with homies while sipping Cristal and wearing furs, all while while hot girls dance on the diving board looking extremely bored)
I'm gonna combine the two. I'll make wedding cakes that have shoes as cake decorations. It'll be a brides wet dream come true. and I'll be rich and finally able to achieve my personal goal of baking myself into a giant jello mold and seeing if I can eat my way free. It'll be like James and the Giant Peach except way cooler and with a lot more violence, cussing, and of course, exploding confetti dogs.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Twitter sucks.
Let's have some full disclosure here first. I actually have a twitter account. I use it maybe once every 3 weeks. It offers no enjoyment whatsoever, and it's like the retarded socially inept second cousin of email, facebook, and friendster.
Twitter is stupid.
Why? Let me count the ways! Come along for the ride!
1) THE INTERFACE SUCKS ASS. In this society of endless technological advances and art and shit like that, I would have expected the "next step in social networking sites" to be a bit more...cool? You're also talking to a guy who's career revolves around usability, user experience, etc. When I first saw Twitter, my thought was "That's it?". The interface is mostly text based except for your "avatar". It's boring. I don't know how else to put it. I mean seriously, can't you come up with a more original or unique idea? Can't there be a way to strengthen connections rather than weaken them?
2) GLORIFIED MESSAGE BOARD. Okay, you could say the same thing for other social networking sites, but at least there you can put more personalized content on your pages. And more importantly, you can be more direct with your words and messages. On Twitter you just add "@friend1" and that's it. ZZZ.
3) I JUST DON'T GET IT??
Okay, now for the big stuff. You all know these past two arguments of mine:
-The internet is killing the actual connection people should be having
-People are using the internet in order to feel better about themselves. They throw their cares and worries out into the internet because people are then forced to hear about it. This makes people feel better, and can also lead those people's friends to inquire about what's wrong.
Yes, i admit there is a sour taste of hypocrisy, but I stand by it. Anyways, take those two arguments and put them together and that's how I feel about Twitter. You're basically coming up with the most cut down, lean thoughts of the most simplistic actions in your daily life and putting it out there. But why? And more importantly, WHO CARES. I mean, if you write something funny, or you ask a question, that's one thing. But if you simply type "I'm waiting in line at the post office!" or "I like oranges!". Okay, imagine these phrases said in real life -- they are dead end comments! Observe:
Ring
person 1: Hello?
person 2: Hi!
1: What you up to?
2: I'm waiting in line at the post office!
1: Okay. What for?
2: Man it's taking a long time!!! Grrr!
1: I see.
2: OMFG. I FINALLY got my package sent off. WTF. That was like AT LEAST four hours!!
1: I'm going to do something more productive. Like take a shit or bang my head against the wall.
2: I like oranges! Boo they're sold out at the store. =*(
So basically rather than meeting up and fostering specific friendship connections, you're throwing random thoughts out into the internet to your friends and random people you may know a little. In addition, you're picking out the simpliest thoughts to put out there.
4) NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOUR LIFE. Okay let's be real real here. People want to be entertained. Put up some cool pictures, write a good story, etc - people like that. People dig that. But take this blog for example. If I write a funny story, I'm assuming people will get a kick out of that. If I put a rant that people can either say "word I feel you there" or "fuck you you're wrong!" then I feel like it'll add to some mental stimulation. But if I write some kind of emo cryptic bullshit like I did a few days ago, do you think anyone cares? People might say "oh what's wrong" but did it add anything to the enjoyment of their lives or the existence of our friendship? NAY. I'm not saying that your friends don't care about each other's lives, but when you throw mundane stuff at them, it's kind of like "okkkaaayyy". Imagine if entire conversations in person were done through twitter like interactions. I'd want to test to see how far I could swallow a hand grenade before it blew up.
My belief, though I stray from it sometimes, is that if you're going to put shit out on the internet - make it funny or make it interesting. I mean, shoot, if you're going to twitter, put stuff that no one should know. (i.e. "Taking a shit right now. Courtesy flushes are in full effect because I ate too much beans and red meat. You smell me? Hopefully not! lol"). And the other thing is if you are going to come up with something interesting to say on Twitter, don't you want to expand on it? Don't you want to put all your thoughts about it on there? Why would you just cut it off with one or two thoughts?
5) YOU SHOULD MEET UP WITH YOUR FRIENDS IN REAL LIFE. A lost art indeed. Everybody is too busy with their personal shit on the internet that no one has time to meet up anymore (as I type on my blog)
6) YOU SHOULD CALL YOUR FRIENDS ON THE PHONE. Okay, now I know I'm asking too much.
7) And finally, TWITTER SOUNDS DIRTY. Twitter sounds like a slang term for talking about someone's gens. Maybe because it's too close to twat. Or maybe because it makes me think of that thing you use to tickle your sig. other when you're having sex. I dunno. But for whatever reason, Twitter sounds dirty. They should come up with a better name for it, like "Pointless Text Messages".
OF COURSE, with so many people getting their TWIT on, I mean no disrespect to those friends of mine that like to TWIT AND TWAT their TWEETS all over their friends faces.
No but being serious, to my friends who have twitter, it's all love, and keep twitting because it's all gravy. But seriously. Call me up sometime. Because when someone asks me, "have you talked to so and so lately? What have they been up to?" I don't want to reply "No I haven't, but yesterday they forgot their umbrella and so they got wet. tee hee"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PN2HAroA12w&eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.facebook.com%2Fprofile.php%3Fid%3D615744746%26ref%3Dfrmf&feature=player_embedded
Twitter is stupid.
Why? Let me count the ways! Come along for the ride!
1) THE INTERFACE SUCKS ASS. In this society of endless technological advances and art and shit like that, I would have expected the "next step in social networking sites" to be a bit more...cool? You're also talking to a guy who's career revolves around usability, user experience, etc. When I first saw Twitter, my thought was "That's it?". The interface is mostly text based except for your "avatar". It's boring. I don't know how else to put it. I mean seriously, can't you come up with a more original or unique idea? Can't there be a way to strengthen connections rather than weaken them?
2) GLORIFIED MESSAGE BOARD. Okay, you could say the same thing for other social networking sites, but at least there you can put more personalized content on your pages. And more importantly, you can be more direct with your words and messages. On Twitter you just add "@friend1" and that's it. ZZZ.
3) I JUST DON'T GET IT??
Okay, now for the big stuff. You all know these past two arguments of mine:
-The internet is killing the actual connection people should be having
-People are using the internet in order to feel better about themselves. They throw their cares and worries out into the internet because people are then forced to hear about it. This makes people feel better, and can also lead those people's friends to inquire about what's wrong.
Yes, i admit there is a sour taste of hypocrisy, but I stand by it. Anyways, take those two arguments and put them together and that's how I feel about Twitter. You're basically coming up with the most cut down, lean thoughts of the most simplistic actions in your daily life and putting it out there. But why? And more importantly, WHO CARES. I mean, if you write something funny, or you ask a question, that's one thing. But if you simply type "I'm waiting in line at the post office!" or "I like oranges!". Okay, imagine these phrases said in real life -- they are dead end comments! Observe:
Ring
person 1: Hello?
person 2: Hi!
1: What you up to?
2: I'm waiting in line at the post office!
1: Okay. What for?
2: Man it's taking a long time!!! Grrr!
1: I see.
2: OMFG. I FINALLY got my package sent off. WTF. That was like AT LEAST four hours!!
1: I'm going to do something more productive. Like take a shit or bang my head against the wall.
2: I like oranges! Boo they're sold out at the store. =*(
So basically rather than meeting up and fostering specific friendship connections, you're throwing random thoughts out into the internet to your friends and random people you may know a little. In addition, you're picking out the simpliest thoughts to put out there.
4) NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOUR LIFE. Okay let's be real real here. People want to be entertained. Put up some cool pictures, write a good story, etc - people like that. People dig that. But take this blog for example. If I write a funny story, I'm assuming people will get a kick out of that. If I put a rant that people can either say "word I feel you there" or "fuck you you're wrong!" then I feel like it'll add to some mental stimulation. But if I write some kind of emo cryptic bullshit like I did a few days ago, do you think anyone cares? People might say "oh what's wrong" but did it add anything to the enjoyment of their lives or the existence of our friendship? NAY. I'm not saying that your friends don't care about each other's lives, but when you throw mundane stuff at them, it's kind of like "okkkaaayyy". Imagine if entire conversations in person were done through twitter like interactions. I'd want to test to see how far I could swallow a hand grenade before it blew up.
My belief, though I stray from it sometimes, is that if you're going to put shit out on the internet - make it funny or make it interesting. I mean, shoot, if you're going to twitter, put stuff that no one should know. (i.e. "Taking a shit right now. Courtesy flushes are in full effect because I ate too much beans and red meat. You smell me? Hopefully not! lol"). And the other thing is if you are going to come up with something interesting to say on Twitter, don't you want to expand on it? Don't you want to put all your thoughts about it on there? Why would you just cut it off with one or two thoughts?
5) YOU SHOULD MEET UP WITH YOUR FRIENDS IN REAL LIFE. A lost art indeed. Everybody is too busy with their personal shit on the internet that no one has time to meet up anymore (as I type on my blog)
6) YOU SHOULD CALL YOUR FRIENDS ON THE PHONE. Okay, now I know I'm asking too much.
7) And finally, TWITTER SOUNDS DIRTY. Twitter sounds like a slang term for talking about someone's gens. Maybe because it's too close to twat. Or maybe because it makes me think of that thing you use to tickle your sig. other when you're having sex. I dunno. But for whatever reason, Twitter sounds dirty. They should come up with a better name for it, like "Pointless Text Messages".
OF COURSE, with so many people getting their TWIT on, I mean no disrespect to those friends of mine that like to TWIT AND TWAT their TWEETS all over their friends faces.
No but being serious, to my friends who have twitter, it's all love, and keep twitting because it's all gravy. But seriously. Call me up sometime. Because when someone asks me, "have you talked to so and so lately? What have they been up to?" I don't want to reply "No I haven't, but yesterday they forgot their umbrella and so they got wet. tee hee"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PN2HAroA12w&eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.facebook.com%2Fprofile.php%3Fid%3D615744746%26ref%3Dfrmf&feature=player_embedded
Saturday, March 28, 2009
"THIS IS SO FUN! THIS IS SO FUN!....SAY IT!"
Never forgotten. I can't believe it's been five years.
I will always remember the things you tried to teach us through your actions.
I'm thankful for my friends and family not as a result of you having to leave us early, but because you've shown me the impact a friendly word and a smile, as well as doing whatever it takes to make sure everyone has a good time, has on those around you.
Kenneth Tsang
11/10/80-3/28/04
Miss you, buddy.
I will always remember the things you tried to teach us through your actions.
I'm thankful for my friends and family not as a result of you having to leave us early, but because you've shown me the impact a friendly word and a smile, as well as doing whatever it takes to make sure everyone has a good time, has on those around you.
Kenneth Tsang
11/10/80-3/28/04
Miss you, buddy.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
My one real fear
Often times I grow ferciously scared when I think about death. I know I'm young to be thinking about this, but it scares the living shit out of me when I ponder about what happens after we die.
Tonight while I was brushing my teeth, I was thinking about it and a fear that hit directly down to the bottom of my stomach gripped me. It was fucking horrible. Common sense simply cannot dictate that there is an afterlife. How is that possible? With so many religions that are obviously man made, how could there be an afterlife? Are we to believe that people are filtered into different places based on what they believe? It's very difficult for me to believe that.
What if after we die we simply don't exist? And you can't think about what it would be like to not exist because you will have no brain or thought to see what it's like. There is no way to avoid this.
I hate it when I think about shit like this. It scares the living shit out of me. It makes me feel extremely cold and alone. I fucking hate it.
Fuck.
Tonight while I was brushing my teeth, I was thinking about it and a fear that hit directly down to the bottom of my stomach gripped me. It was fucking horrible. Common sense simply cannot dictate that there is an afterlife. How is that possible? With so many religions that are obviously man made, how could there be an afterlife? Are we to believe that people are filtered into different places based on what they believe? It's very difficult for me to believe that.
What if after we die we simply don't exist? And you can't think about what it would be like to not exist because you will have no brain or thought to see what it's like. There is no way to avoid this.
I hate it when I think about shit like this. It scares the living shit out of me. It makes me feel extremely cold and alone. I fucking hate it.
Fuck.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
I will die alone
I'm set myself up for a unfavorable situation, but a basic reality nonetheless.
I will die alone.
For those of you that don't know, I'm quoting Triumph from Late Night with Conan O'brien, when he went to the Star Wars opening. He was talking to some nerd guy and the guy said some kind of trivia knowledge and Triumph got in his face and said "YOU WILL DIE ALONE". Hilarious!
So I say this in jest. This is not a black hooded, hair over one eye post. "Why did this happen to meeeeeee...made a mistakeeeeee".
But yes, I will die alone.
Why? Let me break it down for you, one time.
-I went to college in SD. That means all of the friends from down there are still in the so cal area. that means my larger network is down south.
-ALL the people I keep in touch with only know people who are in the couple format. Put another way, NONE OF MY FRIENDS KNOW ANYONE SINGLE. Isn't that crazy?? They say that the best way to meet people is through your friends. Well, what if your friends only know people that are taken? How is this possible, you ask? Welcome to the bay fucking area, or rather, welcome to the west fucking coast. (okay, I decided to be a bit more scientific and looked up another graph, but do check out "Santa Clara county" and "San Francisco county"...yessssssss)
-Everyone at my work is old old old and lacks social skills.
-I lack hobbies
-The groups that exist that serve to allow people to meet new people seem so forced and fake, and usually are a collection of people who are old and pathetic and/or people who I wouldn't want to go out with.
Okay, so we've established that my options are dead. So issue here is there are people who are in my boat who have come back from college and don't really have a social group of people to really kick it with. But you don't have that feeling of desperation, so it feels weird to go to "meet new people" and/or "singles events". That's not my thing. It just feels too manufactured and forced.
Okay moving on:
-I wouldn't say I'm ugly. But I'm not super model material either. Maybe just model material. HA! HA HA HA AH HA! Okay, I'm average. I'm extremely average. I ooze plantonic friendship aura. I'm the guy that girls won't be attracted to because I'm just so much better as a friend. I'm the kind of guy where if I start to like a girl, the girl sees it more as an annoyance...not thatI'm annoying, but that it becomes a task that she has to deal with to figure out a way to let it be known that she ain't feeling it. What i am NOT though, is a "nice guy". Everyone should know by now how much I dispise that term and how chicken shit guys use as an excuse for being a bona fide pussy. But let's real. Real real? Real real. Real talk. I ain't super fly or good looking. I ain't tall. I'm over weight. My hair is falling out. But this is me. I ain't complaining. What's the point in tripping over things I can't control? (Okay, I'm working on the weight, but I can't do nothing bout my other physical shortcomings....(ooo not a good word. Get it? lol?)). But yeah. That's just how it is, and I'm fine with that. The point is, living in an area where there are more girls than guys, if you ain't the cream of the crop, then you're gonna be like the dude that gets the "Good participation" ribbon. Thanks for trying, but no dice.
-I'm too damn picky!!! I have a very ideal image in my head of what I want in the opposite sex. I will not write that list here because it's hard to put into words and the ones that can will make me sound like a pig.
Does this sound like a pity rant? Nigga please** (<- that means to go to where the two asteriks are)
**Having been out of a relationship for so long that I don't even remember what it's like to actually feel like you're in love, and having forgotten what it feels like to hold someone's hand, but also having forgotten what it feels like to have obligations and have to make sure it's okay with the other person if you do things and go places -- feels AIGHT. I mean, again, real talk. I have to look at both sides:
-I think one of the most pathetic things is when someone HAS to be in a relationship. Straight up. There is a big difference between loving someone and needing someone. If someone HAS to be in a relationship, then there's obviously some shit going on under the hood (*cough* insecurities *cough*). I made the decision a long time ago that I would not get into a relationship until I knew that I had changed enough that I didn't even have a SMIDGE of needed someone in order to be happy. Of course that is beside the point due to the stuff I said above, but YEH. I'm not trying to be a dick, but I'm just saying that if you need to be HALF of something in order to feel WHOLE, then damn that ain't good.
-I can go where ever I want, whenever I want. This is actually quite fucking cool. And for those of you in relationships who say "I can do the same fucking thing". WRONG.
-Four words: SAVE MONEY. NO DRAMA.
-I've finally learned to trust myself. When you're by yourself, you're forced to do a lot of things. Your actions affect only you. You have to learn to trust yourself, you're forced to take a good hard look at your self-esteem, what you perceive your self worth to be. No one's going to break your fall because no one gives a fuck. Don't get it twisted - your friends care about you -- but only to a point. At the end of the day, you're the one who has to live with your successes and your failures.
Simply put, being single has forced me to grow up. I know it's different for everyone. But that's how it is. Yeah there are days when I feel that being with someone would feel nice, but complaining without doing anything is the WORST.
Which brings me to my final point:
-With no motivation to really change things, nothing is going to happen. Yeah, i knock on these single events and online dating and all that bullshit, but honestly, I have to give these people props for at least making the effort. Being comfortable, not having finding someone a priority in my life right now, not wanting to fail, etc. -- whatever the reason, I'm not making the effort. And as long as I don't make the effort and expect shit to fall into my lap, I will certain be on the track to die alone.*** This is not to say that I WANT to die alone, and if/when opportunities present themselves, I'll definitely take it. I'm not going to look for failure just to be emo. But yeah. There you go. If I do end up dying alone, at least that's a lot of vegas trips, and hey, I can be the cool bachelor guy who's like a pseudo-uncle to all my friend's kids. It'll be like a cool sitcom.
***But at least I'm not pulling any shady shit to get my significant other or get laid. Yeah I said it.
So the point of this blog? You can lead a horse to water, but too many cooks kill the molehill mountain by the watched pond that doesn't boil.
I will die alone.
For those of you that don't know, I'm quoting Triumph from Late Night with Conan O'brien, when he went to the Star Wars opening. He was talking to some nerd guy and the guy said some kind of trivia knowledge and Triumph got in his face and said "YOU WILL DIE ALONE". Hilarious!
So I say this in jest. This is not a black hooded, hair over one eye post. "Why did this happen to meeeeeee...made a mistakeeeeee".
But yes, I will die alone.
Why? Let me break it down for you, one time.
-I went to college in SD. That means all of the friends from down there are still in the so cal area. that means my larger network is down south.
-ALL the people I keep in touch with only know people who are in the couple format. Put another way, NONE OF MY FRIENDS KNOW ANYONE SINGLE. Isn't that crazy?? They say that the best way to meet people is through your friends. Well, what if your friends only know people that are taken? How is this possible, you ask? Welcome to the bay fucking area, or rather, welcome to the west fucking coast. (okay, I decided to be a bit more scientific and looked up another graph, but do check out "Santa Clara county" and "San Francisco county"...yessssssss)
-Everyone at my work is old old old and lacks social skills.
-I lack hobbies
-The groups that exist that serve to allow people to meet new people seem so forced and fake, and usually are a collection of people who are old and pathetic and/or people who I wouldn't want to go out with.
Okay, so we've established that my options are dead. So issue here is there are people who are in my boat who have come back from college and don't really have a social group of people to really kick it with. But you don't have that feeling of desperation, so it feels weird to go to "meet new people" and/or "singles events". That's not my thing. It just feels too manufactured and forced.
Okay moving on:
-I wouldn't say I'm ugly. But I'm not super model material either. Maybe just model material. HA! HA HA HA AH HA! Okay, I'm average. I'm extremely average. I ooze plantonic friendship aura. I'm the guy that girls won't be attracted to because I'm just so much better as a friend. I'm the kind of guy where if I start to like a girl, the girl sees it more as an annoyance...not thatI'm annoying, but that it becomes a task that she has to deal with to figure out a way to let it be known that she ain't feeling it. What i am NOT though, is a "nice guy". Everyone should know by now how much I dispise that term and how chicken shit guys use as an excuse for being a bona fide pussy. But let's real. Real real? Real real. Real talk. I ain't super fly or good looking. I ain't tall. I'm over weight. My hair is falling out. But this is me. I ain't complaining. What's the point in tripping over things I can't control? (Okay, I'm working on the weight, but I can't do nothing bout my other physical shortcomings....(ooo not a good word. Get it? lol?)). But yeah. That's just how it is, and I'm fine with that. The point is, living in an area where there are more girls than guys, if you ain't the cream of the crop, then you're gonna be like the dude that gets the "Good participation" ribbon. Thanks for trying, but no dice.
-I'm too damn picky!!! I have a very ideal image in my head of what I want in the opposite sex. I will not write that list here because it's hard to put into words and the ones that can will make me sound like a pig.
Does this sound like a pity rant? Nigga please** (<- that means to go to where the two asteriks are)
**Having been out of a relationship for so long that I don't even remember what it's like to actually feel like you're in love, and having forgotten what it feels like to hold someone's hand, but also having forgotten what it feels like to have obligations and have to make sure it's okay with the other person if you do things and go places -- feels AIGHT. I mean, again, real talk. I have to look at both sides:
-I think one of the most pathetic things is when someone HAS to be in a relationship. Straight up. There is a big difference between loving someone and needing someone. If someone HAS to be in a relationship, then there's obviously some shit going on under the hood (*cough* insecurities *cough*). I made the decision a long time ago that I would not get into a relationship until I knew that I had changed enough that I didn't even have a SMIDGE of needed someone in order to be happy. Of course that is beside the point due to the stuff I said above, but YEH. I'm not trying to be a dick, but I'm just saying that if you need to be HALF of something in order to feel WHOLE, then damn that ain't good.
-I can go where ever I want, whenever I want. This is actually quite fucking cool. And for those of you in relationships who say "I can do the same fucking thing". WRONG.
-Four words: SAVE MONEY. NO DRAMA.
-I've finally learned to trust myself. When you're by yourself, you're forced to do a lot of things. Your actions affect only you. You have to learn to trust yourself, you're forced to take a good hard look at your self-esteem, what you perceive your self worth to be. No one's going to break your fall because no one gives a fuck. Don't get it twisted - your friends care about you -- but only to a point. At the end of the day, you're the one who has to live with your successes and your failures.
Simply put, being single has forced me to grow up. I know it's different for everyone. But that's how it is. Yeah there are days when I feel that being with someone would feel nice, but complaining without doing anything is the WORST.
Which brings me to my final point:
-With no motivation to really change things, nothing is going to happen. Yeah, i knock on these single events and online dating and all that bullshit, but honestly, I have to give these people props for at least making the effort. Being comfortable, not having finding someone a priority in my life right now, not wanting to fail, etc. -- whatever the reason, I'm not making the effort. And as long as I don't make the effort and expect shit to fall into my lap, I will certain be on the track to die alone.*** This is not to say that I WANT to die alone, and if/when opportunities present themselves, I'll definitely take it. I'm not going to look for failure just to be emo. But yeah. There you go. If I do end up dying alone, at least that's a lot of vegas trips, and hey, I can be the cool bachelor guy who's like a pseudo-uncle to all my friend's kids. It'll be like a cool sitcom.
***But at least I'm not pulling any shady shit to get my significant other or get laid. Yeah I said it.
So the point of this blog? You can lead a horse to water, but too many cooks kill the molehill mountain by the watched pond that doesn't boil.
Costa Mesa.
So I'm back from Costa Mesa. The work was okay. The people were really chill down there, though they still don't really understand what my position does.
I stayed a motel (La Quinta Inn) that was literally right next to the 405. It was so close I could have thrown a rock from my room door and hit the freeway. That means nonstop car noise the entire time. The hotel shares the same plaza as the local hooters. Keep it classy, La Quinta. (Good happy hour though).
Hooters has always been a point of confusion to me. The food sucks major ass, and their claim to revenue is hiring girls with big chests. And yet, I think this is a good business practice. Think about it -- Hooters is picking up the guys who would feel too guilty or dirty going to a strip joint. So instead they can go to Hooters, stare all they want (nonchalant or not), and try to make small talk with waitresses who will sit down at your table when they are talking to you. Then you add shitty food and beer because they guys will have another reason to come (pun!), and you got yourself a damn good business model. Apparently sex and shitty wings sells.
Anyways, on Thursday, I got to chill with my good buddy Alex (from high school), his gf Cherise, and their friend (I apologize; I forgot her name). I gotta say: GOOD TIMES with real cool cats. They took me to this awesome japanese restaurant (where they make their own udon noodles; top notch btw). The conversation was fucking awesome. Seriously. Fucking awesome conversation. Afterwards, Alex suggested we go to the UCI pub, where we conversed some more and drained a couple beers (Black Butte Porter, I believe). Good times, even though I almost fell asleep in the car. It's too bad they all live down south.
Friday I chilled with Helen. First we went shopping at South Coast Plaza. Got a coach wallet (Who would have ever seen the fucking day when I, of all people, would buy a fucking coatch wallet!!) I was pissed because j.crew was closed. She also took me a BOMB ass Japanese restaurant Honda-ya. This place is about as legit as they come. Everybody working there is Japanese. They have kimpira on the menu. The onigiri was fucking awesome and served with tsukemono on the side. LEGIT, son. She then gave me a ride to Minh and Cz's, where I crashed.
Sat morning I slept in for some much needed sleep as minh and cz went to the ER (Don't worry, nothing serious). When they got back, Cz ran into their bedroom because she didn't want to be seen with a balloon stuck up her nose. It must have been miserable. Anyways, so I tagged along with Minh to get Cz's car and medicine. We stopped to get some food at this viet place. Pretty good. I was entertained by Cz's method of getting Minh's attention:
Eating food at their table --
Minh: So yeah, then this guy went --
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
Minh: Was that the door?
Me: I think someone is knocking on your wall? Cz?
Minh (turns toward wall): Czrena???
*knock*
(she was hungry)
It must be hard to yell "Minh" really loud when you're tired and you have a balloon up your nose. But yeah, after eating we played video games until I took off. Good times again. (Don't feel bad about it, Cz, sleeping in and playing video games is my idea of a good Saturday indeed.)
So I'm back. Hooray.
I stayed a motel (La Quinta Inn) that was literally right next to the 405. It was so close I could have thrown a rock from my room door and hit the freeway. That means nonstop car noise the entire time. The hotel shares the same plaza as the local hooters. Keep it classy, La Quinta. (Good happy hour though).
Hooters has always been a point of confusion to me. The food sucks major ass, and their claim to revenue is hiring girls with big chests. And yet, I think this is a good business practice. Think about it -- Hooters is picking up the guys who would feel too guilty or dirty going to a strip joint. So instead they can go to Hooters, stare all they want (nonchalant or not), and try to make small talk with waitresses who will sit down at your table when they are talking to you. Then you add shitty food and beer because they guys will have another reason to come (pun!), and you got yourself a damn good business model. Apparently sex and shitty wings sells.
Anyways, on Thursday, I got to chill with my good buddy Alex (from high school), his gf Cherise, and their friend (I apologize; I forgot her name). I gotta say: GOOD TIMES with real cool cats. They took me to this awesome japanese restaurant (where they make their own udon noodles; top notch btw). The conversation was fucking awesome. Seriously. Fucking awesome conversation. Afterwards, Alex suggested we go to the UCI pub, where we conversed some more and drained a couple beers (Black Butte Porter, I believe). Good times, even though I almost fell asleep in the car. It's too bad they all live down south.
Friday I chilled with Helen. First we went shopping at South Coast Plaza. Got a coach wallet (Who would have ever seen the fucking day when I, of all people, would buy a fucking coatch wallet!!) I was pissed because j.crew was closed. She also took me a BOMB ass Japanese restaurant Honda-ya. This place is about as legit as they come. Everybody working there is Japanese. They have kimpira on the menu. The onigiri was fucking awesome and served with tsukemono on the side. LEGIT, son. She then gave me a ride to Minh and Cz's, where I crashed.
Sat morning I slept in for some much needed sleep as minh and cz went to the ER (Don't worry, nothing serious). When they got back, Cz ran into their bedroom because she didn't want to be seen with a balloon stuck up her nose. It must have been miserable. Anyways, so I tagged along with Minh to get Cz's car and medicine. We stopped to get some food at this viet place. Pretty good. I was entertained by Cz's method of getting Minh's attention:
Eating food at their table --
Minh: So yeah, then this guy went --
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
Minh: Was that the door?
Me: I think someone is knocking on your wall? Cz?
Minh (turns toward wall): Czrena???
*knock*
(she was hungry)
It must be hard to yell "Minh" really loud when you're tired and you have a balloon up your nose. But yeah, after eating we played video games until I took off. Good times again. (Don't feel bad about it, Cz, sleeping in and playing video games is my idea of a good Saturday indeed.)
So I'm back. Hooray.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Ah yes. Vegas.
I'm back and i'm still not fully recovered sleep-wise. The trip was fun and needed. A good time was had by all, hopefully. I had a great time. In fact, I want to go back asap. Here's what went down:
Friday
Got into vegas on different flights. I chatted it up with this cool cat on the flight over. We were talking bout vegas - good restaurants, what games we played, etc. He even offered to give me a ride to my hotel in his limo (he was a high roller), but we had to wait for Brendan, so I politely declined. Real cool guy tho. Anyways, met up with Brendan and we checked in at the Signature...oh my fucking god how I missed that place. So clean and nice and awesome. The beds are awesome. If I was rich I would so buy a place here.
Didn't gamble...just chilled out and then went to Bradley Ogden at Caesar's Palace. We ate in the lounge. They have a set menu for only 28 bucks!! It includes a salad (regular or caesar), entree (fish and chips or the best hamburger ever), and dessert. We also got hummus (VERY good, served with a shitload of warm soft pita bread). Service was awesome. Definitely, definitely would go back.
After finishing up, Mel met up with us. Mel is not good with directions. Here's how the conversation went:
Phone rings
"Hey it's Mel. Where are you guys?"
"We're at this place in Caesar's Palace. I left a key for you in the lobby"
"okay great. I'll change and then I'll take a cab over"
"cool"
Phone rings
"Hey I'm here. where are you guys?"
"Okay we're at a restaurant called Bradley Ogden. Are at the front?"
"I'm in front of Pure"
"okay great. Just keep heading away from the entrance and it'll be on your left. You can't miss it"
"Okay. Cool"
Phone rings
"Are you guys in Mesa Grill? I went in Mesa Grill and I didn't see you guys"
"Mesa...? No. We're in Bradley Ogden"
"Where's that?"
"It's on the left"
"By Mesa Grill?"
"Keep going. It's on the left."
"I don't..."
"IT'S ON THE LEFT"
Anyways, so Mel finally met up with us and then got lost for another 20 minutes trying to manuever her way around the tables to get to ours. Anyways, we then met up with Julia and her sister. (her sister took off for 5 minutes and was not seen again for the rest of the trip...guess we made an extremely bad impression in a ridiculously short amount of time with no words). We then moved over another part of the lounge where I alone had a drink. After said drink, we moved on to the Japonais Lounge at Mirage. The cool people then had a drink, while the losers did not. lol. I DON'T kid. After that Julia left (was not seen again for the rest of the trip. Bad friend) and we all headed back to the Signature. Note: still haven't gambled at all.
Saturday
Wake up at 10 in order to be at brunch reservations of 1130. We went to Tableau at The Wynn. I had the huckleberry pancakes which looked good, but were pretty fail. Everyone else had Kobe beef with eggs on top, which was apparently bomb. Lame. One point for everyone else, zero points for me. The cool thing was Scott, Melo, and Mike met up with us. I forgot to tell scott that it was business casual, so he came in his Saturday best, aka tshirt and jeans. Points for everyone else, zero points for Scott. With two groups of friends meeting for the first time, it was a bit tricky trying to get everyone to talk, so I shared my long story about Troi-Beau. Well, at least Scott and I laughed. Anyways, it was a good meal.
I finally got to gambling when Scott and I hit the craps tables at Wynn. Got jacked. Left the table down. Met a potential future date (HA!). We then went to the mall so Jon could get some clothes, went to Palazzo and lost 100 bucks in roughly 1 minutes to the Blackjack table, then headed back to the hotel to meet up with Danielle.
After meeting with Danielle, I went to the gym. The gym at the MGM signature is the SHIT. If my crappy ass work gym was somehow, someway like the gym at this hotel, I would go every day several times. Free headphones to use, plenty of clean towels, free water, free antibacterial wipes (individually packaged), TV/radio for every cardio machine, damp rolled terry cloth towels in a steel bowl placed in ice. Amazing.
I then got ready for dinner while the others talked in the dark, and then we headed off Envy Steakhouse. I got the bone in prime rib, and shared black truffle mashed potatoes, creamed corn, and three cheese mac and cheese. I had a glass of wine called "ball buster". Pretty damn good. Had the same server as last time, who was knowledgeable and fast. Used a coupon I bought off of restaurants.com to soften the blow on the wallet.
After that we headed back to the hotel to drop off food and then went to the palazzo to meet up with scott, melo, and mike again. Brendan had to crash out early due to sickness (non-alcohol related..just basic cold). We hit up a bar/lounge first, had some drinks, and had some hella good conversation. Hella good. We then went to Lavo (lounge portion only) for some drinks and hookah (some of us). Just like old times.
Mel and Danielle took off early (Mel had to take off early), while the rest of us went to Luxor to try and get some nachos but the FUCKING 24 HOUR CAFE IS NOT 24 ANYMORE. WTF. NO MORE WORLDS BEST NACHOS. LAME. We gambled some more (craps) and then took off. I got back to the hotel, ate some steak (still good), chatted a little with Jon, then crashed.
Sunday
Woke up early again for brunch at Wynn, this time the Country Club. I had the eggs and potates with spicy chicken sausage. I also decided to splurge and get a shrimp cocktail. The damn thing cost 19 bucks, and came with three - yes, THREE - shrimp. Prawns is a better word tho, because those mother fuckers were HUGE. I think that was a one time thing splurge though. After eating and some more good conversation, we went to check out the scenery around the Country Club for a bit. Very nice place. I think next time I go there I'd like to eat outside.
After that, we went back to the hotel to recharge. Aka, nap. Seriously, we all needed it. I was still slightly hungover, tired as fuck, and we were going to go clubbing that night. So I caught some Z's, woke up and got ready for dinner.
For dinner we went to the Wynn buffet. Everything was good, but it wasn't mind blowing. I think I'm kinda over buffets. I don't need to stuff myself for money's sake anymore; it ain't college no more. I'd rather pay the same amount for a good meal. The best part was the shrimp though. And the desserts. Hella good desserts. Goddamn.
After dinner, and after some walking and some bathroom breaks, we headed over to XS at Encore and met up with Scott's group. Someone from Scott's group got us all on the guest list, so even though we had more girls than guys we got in for FREE.
XS is fucking awesome. The club is huge. Half of it is outside (no doors, just all open). Every fucking girl that works there is SMOKING hot. (To the asian waitress with short hair, if you're reading this, marry me and I'll sign a prenup that says you can have 100% of all my wealth if we get divorced). There aren't any bottlenecks in the club..that was really nice. In other words, if you want to get somewhere, there's like two or three ways to get there. The one bad thing about the club was the music. Good GOD the music was fucking horrible. Seriously. HORRIBLE. However, halfway through the night we met up and chilled with Scott's entire group and it was really fun. Because..and here's the thing. I'm not trying to knock anyone here. Seriously. But when you're with people who want to drink and dance, it's way more fun. It almost makes you not care about what the music is because everyone is having a good time. I'm not saying that people need to drink and dance in order to have a good time at a club, but lemme put it this way. Let's say you went to a batting cage with your friends. Everybody pays the entry fee and goes inside. But then a few people in the group just stand there and don't want to hit any balls. Now, they say they're having fun, but it kinda takes away from the fun the rest of the group is having.
However, it should be said that I've realized that no one is as into vegas as I am. And that is not a brag and not a boast. In fact, maybe it's a bit sad. But yeah.
Anyways, after XS, buzzed as hell, I went to go gamble. We played some paigow, but the dealer was getting CRAZY good hands while we got crap. This always gets me suspicious. I mean, the dealer has an equal chance of getting a good hand as all the players. So when all the players, who are usually the majority, get crap, and the dealer gets pure seven card awesomeness, I cry foul. So I moved over the baccarat table. Fun.
Scott calls me up after an hour or so. SUPER drunk. Earlier I had gotten a text from him saying that he had had about 15 shots and was quite drunk but wanted to gamble.
"HEY man. where you aaaattt? I'm onnna come gamble wit you mannnnnn"
"Aight that's cool. Are you sure you should? I mean you're pretty drunk"
"NAH nah nah. I'll be there soon"
I get a call from Mike next. "Yeah, I dunno if scott's gonna make it"
I get a final call from Melodie "Yeah, scott just passed out" Scott (in the background): "Nah I wanna GAMBLE!"
Hilarious.
We then go play some more craps. We lost a good amount of money initially. So we all start betting don't pass. It was a weird sight. Imagine walking by a craps table where all the players are yelling "COME ON..SEVEN OUT!! SEVEN OUT!!!!!". Money gone, but good times. After that, we played some roulette, where we had the pleasure of being across from a girl with the most annoying voice ever. Roulette is fun. I always play the same 5 or 6 numbers, so it's pretty easy for me. I just put the chips down and then hope and pray.
After that I started getting pretty damn tired. But Jon and Brendan wanted to play Let it Ride, so they played and I/D headed back to the hotel. Passed out IMMEDIATELY. I have never fallen asleep that fast in life. I would find out later that Jon had hit quad jacks and gotten some money back. Unfortunately, much like when I hit a full house in let it ride, he didn't have a buck chip to do the bonus bet. But shiet. Who cares. Quads! Awesome.
Monday
So we all got our snooze on, then headed to the airport. That's it.
And now here I am. At home. And I want to go back already. LOL.
I'm back and i'm still not fully recovered sleep-wise. The trip was fun and needed. A good time was had by all, hopefully. I had a great time. In fact, I want to go back asap. Here's what went down:
Friday
Got into vegas on different flights. I chatted it up with this cool cat on the flight over. We were talking bout vegas - good restaurants, what games we played, etc. He even offered to give me a ride to my hotel in his limo (he was a high roller), but we had to wait for Brendan, so I politely declined. Real cool guy tho. Anyways, met up with Brendan and we checked in at the Signature...oh my fucking god how I missed that place. So clean and nice and awesome. The beds are awesome. If I was rich I would so buy a place here.
Didn't gamble...just chilled out and then went to Bradley Ogden at Caesar's Palace. We ate in the lounge. They have a set menu for only 28 bucks!! It includes a salad (regular or caesar), entree (fish and chips or the best hamburger ever), and dessert. We also got hummus (VERY good, served with a shitload of warm soft pita bread). Service was awesome. Definitely, definitely would go back.
After finishing up, Mel met up with us. Mel is not good with directions. Here's how the conversation went:
Phone rings
"Hey it's Mel. Where are you guys?"
"We're at this place in Caesar's Palace. I left a key for you in the lobby"
"okay great. I'll change and then I'll take a cab over"
"cool"
Phone rings
"Hey I'm here. where are you guys?"
"Okay we're at a restaurant called Bradley Ogden. Are at the front?"
"I'm in front of Pure"
"okay great. Just keep heading away from the entrance and it'll be on your left. You can't miss it"
"Okay. Cool"
Phone rings
"Are you guys in Mesa Grill? I went in Mesa Grill and I didn't see you guys"
"Mesa...? No. We're in Bradley Ogden"
"Where's that?"
"It's on the left"
"By Mesa Grill?"
"Keep going. It's on the left."
"I don't..."
"IT'S ON THE LEFT"
Anyways, so Mel finally met up with us and then got lost for another 20 minutes trying to manuever her way around the tables to get to ours. Anyways, we then met up with Julia and her sister. (her sister took off for 5 minutes and was not seen again for the rest of the trip...guess we made an extremely bad impression in a ridiculously short amount of time with no words). We then moved over another part of the lounge where I alone had a drink. After said drink, we moved on to the Japonais Lounge at Mirage. The cool people then had a drink, while the losers did not. lol. I DON'T kid. After that Julia left (was not seen again for the rest of the trip. Bad friend) and we all headed back to the Signature. Note: still haven't gambled at all.
Saturday
Wake up at 10 in order to be at brunch reservations of 1130. We went to Tableau at The Wynn. I had the huckleberry pancakes which looked good, but were pretty fail. Everyone else had Kobe beef with eggs on top, which was apparently bomb. Lame. One point for everyone else, zero points for me. The cool thing was Scott, Melo, and Mike met up with us. I forgot to tell scott that it was business casual, so he came in his Saturday best, aka tshirt and jeans. Points for everyone else, zero points for Scott. With two groups of friends meeting for the first time, it was a bit tricky trying to get everyone to talk, so I shared my long story about Troi-Beau. Well, at least Scott and I laughed. Anyways, it was a good meal.
I finally got to gambling when Scott and I hit the craps tables at Wynn. Got jacked. Left the table down. Met a potential future date (HA!). We then went to the mall so Jon could get some clothes, went to Palazzo and lost 100 bucks in roughly 1 minutes to the Blackjack table, then headed back to the hotel to meet up with Danielle.
After meeting with Danielle, I went to the gym. The gym at the MGM signature is the SHIT. If my crappy ass work gym was somehow, someway like the gym at this hotel, I would go every day several times. Free headphones to use, plenty of clean towels, free water, free antibacterial wipes (individually packaged), TV/radio for every cardio machine, damp rolled terry cloth towels in a steel bowl placed in ice. Amazing.
I then got ready for dinner while the others talked in the dark, and then we headed off Envy Steakhouse. I got the bone in prime rib, and shared black truffle mashed potatoes, creamed corn, and three cheese mac and cheese. I had a glass of wine called "ball buster". Pretty damn good. Had the same server as last time, who was knowledgeable and fast. Used a coupon I bought off of restaurants.com to soften the blow on the wallet.
After that we headed back to the hotel to drop off food and then went to the palazzo to meet up with scott, melo, and mike again. Brendan had to crash out early due to sickness (non-alcohol related..just basic cold). We hit up a bar/lounge first, had some drinks, and had some hella good conversation. Hella good. We then went to Lavo (lounge portion only) for some drinks and hookah (some of us). Just like old times.
Mel and Danielle took off early (Mel had to take off early), while the rest of us went to Luxor to try and get some nachos but the FUCKING 24 HOUR CAFE IS NOT 24 ANYMORE. WTF. NO MORE WORLDS BEST NACHOS. LAME. We gambled some more (craps) and then took off. I got back to the hotel, ate some steak (still good), chatted a little with Jon, then crashed.
Sunday
Woke up early again for brunch at Wynn, this time the Country Club. I had the eggs and potates with spicy chicken sausage. I also decided to splurge and get a shrimp cocktail. The damn thing cost 19 bucks, and came with three - yes, THREE - shrimp. Prawns is a better word tho, because those mother fuckers were HUGE. I think that was a one time thing splurge though. After eating and some more good conversation, we went to check out the scenery around the Country Club for a bit. Very nice place. I think next time I go there I'd like to eat outside.
After that, we went back to the hotel to recharge. Aka, nap. Seriously, we all needed it. I was still slightly hungover, tired as fuck, and we were going to go clubbing that night. So I caught some Z's, woke up and got ready for dinner.
For dinner we went to the Wynn buffet. Everything was good, but it wasn't mind blowing. I think I'm kinda over buffets. I don't need to stuff myself for money's sake anymore; it ain't college no more. I'd rather pay the same amount for a good meal. The best part was the shrimp though. And the desserts. Hella good desserts. Goddamn.
After dinner, and after some walking and some bathroom breaks, we headed over to XS at Encore and met up with Scott's group. Someone from Scott's group got us all on the guest list, so even though we had more girls than guys we got in for FREE.
XS is fucking awesome. The club is huge. Half of it is outside (no doors, just all open). Every fucking girl that works there is SMOKING hot. (To the asian waitress with short hair, if you're reading this, marry me and I'll sign a prenup that says you can have 100% of all my wealth if we get divorced). There aren't any bottlenecks in the club..that was really nice. In other words, if you want to get somewhere, there's like two or three ways to get there. The one bad thing about the club was the music. Good GOD the music was fucking horrible. Seriously. HORRIBLE. However, halfway through the night we met up and chilled with Scott's entire group and it was really fun. Because..and here's the thing. I'm not trying to knock anyone here. Seriously. But when you're with people who want to drink and dance, it's way more fun. It almost makes you not care about what the music is because everyone is having a good time. I'm not saying that people need to drink and dance in order to have a good time at a club, but lemme put it this way. Let's say you went to a batting cage with your friends. Everybody pays the entry fee and goes inside. But then a few people in the group just stand there and don't want to hit any balls. Now, they say they're having fun, but it kinda takes away from the fun the rest of the group is having.
However, it should be said that I've realized that no one is as into vegas as I am. And that is not a brag and not a boast. In fact, maybe it's a bit sad. But yeah.
Anyways, after XS, buzzed as hell, I went to go gamble. We played some paigow, but the dealer was getting CRAZY good hands while we got crap. This always gets me suspicious. I mean, the dealer has an equal chance of getting a good hand as all the players. So when all the players, who are usually the majority, get crap, and the dealer gets pure seven card awesomeness, I cry foul. So I moved over the baccarat table. Fun.
Scott calls me up after an hour or so. SUPER drunk. Earlier I had gotten a text from him saying that he had had about 15 shots and was quite drunk but wanted to gamble.
"HEY man. where you aaaattt? I'm onnna come gamble wit you mannnnnn"
"Aight that's cool. Are you sure you should? I mean you're pretty drunk"
"NAH nah nah. I'll be there soon"
I get a call from Mike next. "Yeah, I dunno if scott's gonna make it"
I get a final call from Melodie "Yeah, scott just passed out" Scott (in the background): "Nah I wanna GAMBLE!"
Hilarious.
We then go play some more craps. We lost a good amount of money initially. So we all start betting don't pass. It was a weird sight. Imagine walking by a craps table where all the players are yelling "COME ON..SEVEN OUT!! SEVEN OUT!!!!!". Money gone, but good times. After that, we played some roulette, where we had the pleasure of being across from a girl with the most annoying voice ever. Roulette is fun. I always play the same 5 or 6 numbers, so it's pretty easy for me. I just put the chips down and then hope and pray.
After that I started getting pretty damn tired. But Jon and Brendan wanted to play Let it Ride, so they played and I/D headed back to the hotel. Passed out IMMEDIATELY. I have never fallen asleep that fast in life. I would find out later that Jon had hit quad jacks and gotten some money back. Unfortunately, much like when I hit a full house in let it ride, he didn't have a buck chip to do the bonus bet. But shiet. Who cares. Quads! Awesome.
Monday
So we all got our snooze on, then headed to the airport. That's it.
And now here I am. At home. And I want to go back already. LOL.
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