Missed Flights, Mojitos and Martial Arts...

So Steamin was suppose to fly down and kick it this weekend but inescapable beast that is work latched onto him with a grip that could not be broken and he unfortunately missed his flight. Looks like the next time I see him will probably be on Liz's big day. Luckily that's only a month away. But without him, it was up to Jorge, Hoa and I to hold down the fort and roll out to On Broadway to support our local DJ. But first, Jorge was fiending some mojitos and that meant swinging by Altitude first, where Hoa swears they make an excellent mojito. Well we were gonna just see about that.



We headed out around 10 and after navigating around some strange road closures because of the ballgame, we finally arrived only to find an uncharacteristically long line. By the time we finished our two mojitos (only one of which was up to our high standards) we headed over to On Breezy around 12:20. The guestlist had already closed, but some name dropping and some persuasion on Jorge's part got us in without too much hassle. The game plan was just to chill for a bit, say hi, and then bounce, but you know how that plan can go to hell rather quickly, especially when it's $5 wells. Long story short, I kept buying vodka crans even when Hoa, who had to work the next morning, should have stopped. But in my defense, I deferred to Jorge and he gave me the green light. All in all, it was a good time out even though Vu went MIA towards the end. But what's new right?



On Saturday, I woke up early so I could take Jorge to the airport. Couldn't muster up the motivation to do much else today except hit up the gym and some laundry. But at least I got to end the evening with some free PPV. You'd be surprised how much free stuff you can get on the internet. I mean I already watch a ton of shows commercial free. Now I've just discovered that there are people out there that stream PPV events and they basically just give it away. I'm pretty sure it's illegal but hey, don't ask don't tell right? So I spent my Saturday night in watching UFC 63 on my computer and updating my website. Not a bad weekend... now if I could only overcome my writer's block and finish Casey's personal statement. *sigh* Well here's to better luck tomorrow.

Vegas Weekend Recap...

The Vegas Crew

	Chester aka "The Admiral" six figga nigga likes slow jams dislikes sunscreen
	Jorge aka "The Guatasian" scared of ironing boards down with Journey silent but deadly
	Steve aka "Steamin" aka "The Panty Raider" likes ironing we don't call him the panty raider for no reason!
	Z dances in his sleep scared of hoa's feet can balance an iron in his head
	Ervin aka "Swerv" maybe 4, maybe 3, maybe 2 true soldier
	Hoa likes food international woman of mystery straight gansta!
	My aka "Cammy the Cambodian" likes brushing her teeth dislikes being called a cambodian hates feet on the dash
	Julie likes dancing on poles

I finally got the pics from Erv today and so I decided to get off my ass and do some much needed updating of the photogallery. I added pics from the previous bday weekend festivities at Belo and some other previous events. And of course, a ton of pics from Vegas. This was the first Vegas excursion where I remained black out free. Maybe that means I am finally beginning to act some of my 28 years. Anyway, I'd recap the whole weekend but I think I'll let the pics speak for themselves.

I Hate Goodbyes...

I’ve always been the type of person who is surrounded by many acquaintances but few close friends. Ted says I’m a hard person to know. He’s probably right. I fancy myself self-sufficient and tend to keep most people at arms length. The true friends I do have are few and far between, and I often wonder if they were of my own creation or just some random twist of fate. But whatever the truth is, their rarity makes me appreciate and treasure each friendship. By the same token, I feel the lost of each that much more acutely. I’ve had to say goodbye to many friends over the years, and never did I feel that it would be forever. Yet still I felt the emptiness each left behind like a space in a room missing some piece of furniture. I’ve always hated goodbyes, but without I suppose there would be no reunions. So to one of my oldest and closest friends: Good luck on the east coast Chris.