Wednesday, September 20

Los Angeles

My trip to Los Angeles last week was a blast. I met Tom there and we visited Ray, Cory, and Las Vegas. Instead of typing through all the events that happened, I'll just highlight with pictures.

Day 1:
Tom and I arrived within minutes of each other at LAX. Ray picked us up. We stopped briefly at his father's house before heading to Las Vegas. He said that he needed to pick some stuff up, but really I think he wanted to show us his gun collection.
Day 2:
The two nights in Vegas are a blur. I think the individual highlights though are:

1. Donny won $300 on slots.
2. Ray had a duet with Celine.
3. Tom ran the buffet's dessert gamut.
And the Star Wars penny slots.
Day 3:
We drove back to LA and had to leave behind the buffets.
A notable conversation from the carride:

Ray: You have to try soju while you're in Cali.
Donny: I've had soju before.
R: When did you have soju?
D: I had a Korean roommate in college.
R: Who? Michael?
D: No, you.



Day 4:

We spent the day with Cory. We ate at El Taurino for lunch and I learned how little Spanish I actually retained from high school.
We visited the Getty Center and had a "very significant" discussion on "multiples of 30 and parts of 30." We measured the Getty with dollar bills.

Dinner was at a Koream bar-b-que, where we paid to cook our own dinner.
Cory tried to learn how to order so that he could come back later and impress his girlfriend, but he couldn't even figure out how to read the menu. "The menu doesn't even list 'all-you-can-eat' meat bar-b-que. How do you know it's there?" Ray replied, "It's listed on the cover, but only in Korean."The Dodgers game was fun except for the Dodgers (who lost miserably)
and the fan who fell asleep during the game (Note Ray in the back).
Day 5 & 6:
These days were a mess of watching TV and just hanging out. We went to a farmer's market. We ate more Mexican. We went to the beach and saw an old man performing Achey Breaky Heart. I threw up on an airplane.

Great trip...except for the vomit.

Monday, September 11

Pomes!

On Saturday night we did not hold Pear-a-palooza as we had originally intended. Instead I won tickets to the Mindy Smith concert from a radio station. The concert was good, but I'm not sure if it was just good because the tickets were free. It certainly was no Ditty Bop concert. But really, what is?

Wednesday, September 6

Work sucks

And I don't want to do this anymore.

That's all I had written and then decided that maybe I should expand on that idea. I'm still here at 10 pm. I'm nowhere near complete on the multitude of projects I should be finishing. My coworkers don't seem to care because they have too much work too. I suppose feast is better than famine, but I need a break now and then. I suppose next week will be a nice vacation when I go to LA to visit Ray and Cory with Tom.

Saturday, September 2

coffee

I go to coffee shops pretty frequently to study. I don't like coffee. And I don't like tea. However, I do like chai and that's the only thing I order. ever. When I get to the counter to make my order, though, I always take time to look over the menu. I know what I'm going to order before I enter the door, but I like to keep up the appearance that I'm a sophosticated coffee-drinker that needs to determine which direction my tastes will take me that day.