i am a messy eater, especially when it comes to noodle soups. i must have a leaky mouth or something, because not all the noodles i put in my mouth actually make it in. so today, D and i went to A&J, and we both got the beef noodle soup, and i wound up making a mess of the place. i splashed the red soup all over, and i got a lot of it on my brown sweatshirt. and now, i have all these black splotches all over my right sleeve, and it smells of beef and hot oil. shit. i'm like a 2-year-old!
the two of us are leaving a little early (although D is coming back to work) tonight to watch _semi-pro_. i know it got bad reviews, and it's just another mindless will ferrell movie, but i don't mind the escape. i just hope it's funny-stupid as opposed to plain-stupid.
so we got a new guy in our group today. he's another cookie-cutter married chinese engineer. and he speaks mandarin to the other cookie-cutter engineers in the group. sigh. i'm craving some new young blood in our company, and we aren't getting any. although, today, D did interview a recent cal grad. he asked what the culture at the company was like, and i don't think D could paint him a fun picture. let's hope he joins anyway, and that he's cool.
i seriously need to cut down on my soda consumption. i'm averaging 3 dr pepper's a day now, up from 2. and that's just at work. at home, i may have one more dp, and that's just way too much soda. no wonder i'm getting fat. and starting tomorrow, i'm going to cut down on the taco bell/jack in the box runs that i've been doing on weekdays. cereal diet, welcome back!
i love cleavage. what guy doesn't? however, i've realized that i only like cleavage when there's a good face attached above it. like, a few months ago, this girl was flashing this amazingly large cleft down her chest, but i didn't like her face, so i was like, "meh." as awesome as her chest was (but then again, i'm not turned on by oversized melons), i didn't really care for it. gotta have a good face, that's what i say.
so according to aimee, there's a yogurt place in los gatos called "sweet retreat" that she loves. i must try it out. however, they don't have mochi, so i don't know if i'll like it. like i've said, i adore the mochi topping, and i think it's more important than the actual yogurt itself. long live mochi!
i am incensed by the officiating during the two ucla games. not only should stanford have won, but cal should have, too. (yes, even though cal is our chief rival, i do root for them when they're not playing stanford.) that was definitely a foul on ryan anderson, and the shot that shipp put up to win the game was very questionable, too. i don't know what the hell the refs were doing at the end of both games. of course, i'll be rooting for ucla in the ncaa tournament (as i root for all pac-10 teams), but still, they barely escaped their last two games. *RAAR*
so there's some controversy over daniel noriega's bootage off of _american idol_. although he hasn't openly confirmed it, there's strong evidence that he's gay. and people are wondering if that is the reason why he got voted off. i think that's sad. but then again, his performance wasn't that great, so you never know the real reason why he got eliminated. anyways, i thought he was a flamboyant character, and i sort of liked him. (i still maintain that he has jessica alba's face.) a person's sexual orientation should have no bearing on how he's judged on a singing competition.
have you ever been too tired for sex? i mean, sex is good, sex is great, so i would like to say no. however, one of my ex's used to demand that i give her head first (and sometimes that would take quite a long time), so there were times where i would get tired of that "obligation." and once, when i declined to romp, she had the nerve to say, "me only!" which really pissed me off. i mean, she had never ever given me a blowjob and asked for nothing in return. hrmph.
don't get me wrong, though. i love giving head. i *adore* giving head. i relish seeing the girl flopping around on the bed in pangs of pleasure which i am the cause of. but when it becomes a requirement and a demand, then i get upset, and i start to hate doing it. ugh. and it's so sad when something so wonderful becomes a nuisance.
*yawn* it was hard getting up today. i had a dream this morning where i was on the moon. the reason why i remember that was because i jumped, and the moon's low pull of gravity meant that i floated in the air for a bit before i softly landed on the ground. and while i was on the moon, i was trying to find a subway ride to dallas, which had somehow been transplanted on the lunar surface. weird, i know.
ok. in a few minutes, i'm leaving for my movie. have a good day, folks!
didn't do much friday night. most everybody was busy, so nelson and i just grabbed a quick dinner at the prolific oven (chicken chipotle pasta). the dish wasn't spicy at all, so we were both disappointed. after that, we just went home.
saturday morning, i got up and watched the stanford/usc game. boy, was it ugly. we didn't rebound, we got outhustled to every ball, and we trailed the entire time and lost by double digits. i was ashamed of our team. maybe it was a hangover from our loss to ucla two days before, i don't know. but we had better shape up for the postseason, that's all i can say.
after the game, i sulked for a bit, and then i got my lunch: frozen yogurt with mochi at yogurt fantasy. since i was going to be having steak for dinner, i didn't want to ruin my appetite with a big/late lunch, so i just got dessert instead. i stayed home for the rest of the afternoon, and then it was time to the big event.
geoff picked me, nelson and mikeC up in succession, and we headed to morton's steakhouse for jimmy's bachelor party. there were like 21 people there, and we got our own private room. we were like 40 minutes late, so jimmy ordered us to take a penalty tequila (patron) shot. i did my duty, and then i promptly ordered a jameson on the rocks. it was HUGE. as i drank it, i started getting an empty stomach buzz.
the salad came, and it wasn't much to talk about: just iceberg lettuce with some caesar dressing. no croutons, bummer. there were supposedly anchovies in the dressing, but i couldn't see the bits. they must have been finely blended. then came the steak. it was big and done medium rare (i asked for medium), but it had no taste. i ate it with disappointment, but at least the side dish (spinach and mushrooms) was ok. and to finish, we had coffee and dessert (either dense chocolate cake, or what i got, raspberry sorbet).
the bill? $126 per person. holy crap! i took a look at the itemized list, and apparently the dinner part was $80 a pop. and then, we ordered three $99 bottles of wine, which i didn't have, and a ton of other alcohol. oh well. that's a record as to my most expensive group meal. for that money, we could have gone to charles nob hill and gotten a nice french prix fixe dinner. oh well. i just hope jimmy had a good time; according to him, he was a bit inebriated, so that was the first time i've ever seen him tipsy.
afterwards, jimmy and some of the other people went to a bar, but the rest of us went home. i was buzzing pretty hard from my tequila and two giant whiskey's. (by the way, my whiskey tasted really weird, like it had cola or some citrus shot in it. i didn't like it.) so geoff dropped each of us home, and i just puked (to get rid of the excess alcohol) and went to sleep.
sunday, is slept until 1pm (adjusted time). i had lunch with D at pho kim long. i recommended to him the #27, so both of us got that tasty dish. yum! then we went next door to tapioca express and got yogurt frosts. the girl behind the counter was really, really cute, but she was probably like 19 or something. after going home, i crashed from noodle overload and slept for like 2 hours.
for dinner, i met up with alan and ting at the maruichi in milpitas. they had returned from a week in whistler, so it was good catching up with them. i got the aka-ramen (spicy miso), but it wasn't so good. i think i'll stick with the kuro or the tonkotsu.
i got home and called up paul to see if he wanted to go to tap-ex (yes, again), but he said he was too tired. funny, two minutes later, he calls me up and asks me if i want to go because leeya wanted some drinks. ha! so we meet at 10:30 and stay there until closing at 11pm. i didn't even feel tired because it was really only 10pm, but i went to bed anyway.
i hope i get over the time difference soon. it was really hard to get up this morning.