just to clear things up from my last commenter, i am not a big drinker. this past weekend was unusual (in that i had hard alcohol all three nights). i normally have at most one whiskey a week, if that. so i am not a binge drinker, if you're worried. :) but yes, i am a smoker, and i do realize that i definitely need to quit someday soon.
so i broke out of my mold at the cheap korean place today for lunch. i have always gotten the $5.99 #3 (spicy grilled pork), but this time i ordered the yuk ge jang (no idea how to spell it right), which is this spicy soup with shredded beef, egg, and noodles. it also has lots of green onions in it, but i asked for it without. and that made it very good. the soup was spicy, and i really enjoyed my lunch today. *smacks his lips*
my mom says she regrets making her food flavorful when my brother and i were growing up. it's made us very demanding as far as taste goes. but man, i can't imagine enjoying bland food. it would be so boring! give me spice any day. the problem is, though, that i wonder if i'm a candidate for stomach cancer or general GI problems in the future. my dad is an even bigger spice guy than i am (he carries around this jar of peppers wherever he goes), and he's been suffering from stomach issues.
i didn't take a dump all of yesterday. in fact, it slipped my mind until today. i'm usually very regular, like my two morning smokes usually induce a dump, but today, they did nothing for me. i just took one about an hour ago, so i'm behind schedule. i hope this doesn't throw me off, because i like being regular (after all, i have OCD). and fyi, my dump today was just slightly larger than usual.
talking to strippers is weird. i mean, when they're on stage or giving you a lap dance, they act all sexy and stuff, but afterwards, when they're collecting their dollar bills from the stage or putting on their clothes, and they talk to you, they're like normal people! it always shocks me a little bit. to me, strippers are meant to be looked at and appreciated from a distance (sort of like mini-goddesses), and when that barrier is broken, it just feels very strange. like, one time a few years ago, i saw a stripper perform, and later, i saw her outside in street clothes having a cigarette, and that, too, was odd. yup.
i know i've said this before, but getting a lap dance from two women is a complete waste of money. they just keep bumping into each other. a man's open lap only has enough space for one woman. it's sort of like getting a blowjob from two girls. it just doesn't work! one schlong, one mouth. that's it. what does the other girl do? hold it in place? hrmph.
today's been a slow day at work. there's still a lot of buzzing around with our new chip, and i'm supposed to help out with some of the PQ (picture quality) stuff, but we're waiting for an open station to free up, and so far, they're all occupied. oh well. it's not my fault.
i'm enjoying wearing my buttondowns in this weather. i haven't worn these shirts in years, it seems. but i did realize that with these warmer temperatures, jacket season is pretty much over, and i went through another winter without busting out my cool jackets. i have a lot of nice ones, and i haven't worn them in years. sigh. wasted money on wasted clothes.
ok, almost 5pm. time for another smoke. ciao!
i had alcohol all three days of the weekend.
friday night, it was mikeC's birthday dinner. there were lots of people at his house, as grace cooked dinner for everyone. i brought over a bottle of bushmills irish whiskey, and i had three glasses on an empty stomach. after eating, i went out for a smoke, and i wound up puking in the bushes outside. i puked once again when i got home, and this time it was the cheesecake the came up. (i had a fourth whiskey after eating dessert.) the birthday boy also puked, but he had a low tolerance to begin with.
six of the guys got about 2-3 hours of sleep before they left at 4am to go deep sea fishing. there was no way in hell that i was going to do that, so i got my 10 hours of sleep before getting up at noon. i called around, but no one was available for lunch, so i got some taco bell and watched some baseball. the game put me to sleep, so i slept another 2-3 hours in the living room. it was a really boring afternoon.
then, it was time for paul's bachelor party. we went to birk's restaurant in santa clara. i was not impressed. i got the 8 oz. filet mignon, it was not tasty at all. i got a jameson on the rocks, and then we headed to downtown sunnyvale and got shots. i had a patron anejo shot and then another shot of grey goose, and felt fine (luckily), and paul (who had a long island iced tea at birk's) doubled our shots. he felt fine, but then again, he had a lot to eat at dinner, and he's also a big guy to begin with. so we gave up trying to get him drunk. then, we hit the kkc for some "gentlemenly" activities. i think he had a good time.
sunday, john, nelson and i had lunch at king noodle for a light lunch. nelson went on the fishing trip, and he got majorly seasick, so he was puking his guts out. at birk's, he just got a bowl of clam chowder and a caesar salad, so he wanted something light to eat, so we picked noodles.
afterwards, we went fishing in campbell. well, nelson and i didn't fish, so we just sat there at enjoyed the weather and watching. i admit, it was sort of boring, and i smoked three cigarettes during the few hours that we were out there. nobody caught anything, either. there were a decent number of people out there, and i think only two people caught fish.
after that, we went to katie bloom's (an irish pub) for dinner and watched the warriors/jazz game. i had a jameson on the rocks once again, but just one. the warriors lost, so now they're in a 3-1 hole and will most likely lose the series. oh well. i was rooting for golden state (despite the fact that they knocked out my mavericks), and who cares about the jazz anyway? it seems that every team i root for is losing: the mavs, rockets, warriors, suns. maybe i'm cursed, haha.
anyways, that was it for my weekend. good times.