on friday night, me, eric and ben went out drinking and 2 bars (well, restaurants), 2 beers and 3 martinis later i was pretty obnoxiously drunk and don’t remember much. what i do remember is waking up with a terrible hangover on saturday morning. luckily it wasn’t a sick-to-my-stomach hangover but just that foggy slow motion action that keeps you from doing anything. so after walking to store to get some rockstar i just watched tv for half the day until eric finally convinced me to go to the gym around 2pm.

so i got around to watching 2 dvds that i got from blockbuster last week. eastern promises is a movie about the russian mafia in london doing mafia things and having the typical internal mafia power conflicts. i swear half the cast were people that i’ve seen at dave’s parties. the plot line was a bit complicated to try to explain, but trust me it was a really good movie (88% fresh).

after that taka and i watched feast of love which i hadn’t even heard of, but the dvd cover had morgan freeman and greg kinear so i figured it had to be good. later on i looked it up and it actually was in theatres, but only made about $3m and was 41% fresh on rotten tomatoes. the story is just about a bunch of different people in love and different kinds of love. the thing is, it’s about intense, complicated love, kinda like closer, but a lot more tittes and a little bit of heart-warming morgan freeman thrown in.

eventually eric dragged my ass off my couch and another rockstar and back workout got me back to normal so the day wasn’t a complete waste. but yeh, definitely not as young as i used to be.

we all have so many pics of wakeboarding from the last few years, that most of us don’t bring a camera anymore. luckily shali brought one to the labor day bbq and got a few good shots. actually i think this is the first time anyone’s taken pictures of the boat while not on the boat. here are a few that i’m going to have printed and framed.

pulling up anchor and getting ready to head out. i know most of you aren’t the csi:miami freak that i am, but for those that are, this (including the image in the header graphic) is the set of waterways that almost every scene that has a jetski or a boat is filmed in.

me towing mike

shal, sanam and taka sitting in front of the most complicated-to-assemble tent ever

thanks shali!

i can’t believe that summer is over, or at least symbolically with the passing of labor day. compared to summers passed, this one just flew by. i guess it’s because i’m getting older, i’m married, maybe have more responsibilities? whatever the case it went by too quickly. i only took the boat out twice for wakeboarding, once to lake perris and then this weekend to marine stadium. eric and i have only been out fishing a handful of times, and i still haven’t got on my bike, even though i’m planning to ride the final rosarito to ensenada event at the end of the month.

this weekend for the second labor day in a row, we set up on the thin strip of beach that runs along the south side of marine stadium, where we put up a canopy, and could beach the boat. usually, wakeboarding can only accommodate up to 8 people because of the size of the boat, but this way lots of people can come and take turns with the wakeboarding while others can chill on the shore. it was a lot of fun, even though i ended up getting pretty sunburned (taka’s stupid japanese sunscreen). it’s unusual that i get to see that many of my friends at once these days, since everyone keeps moving further and further away, so it was a good time boating, bbq’ing, (at one point a patrol car drove by and asked me about my grill ’cause he said the residents were making complaints? anyway, he just told me that if i wasn’t using it to cover it up with a towel, ’cause bbq’ing is illegal on the beach.. cool guy) playing football and just otherwise enjoying perfect socal weather.

mike and lisa got their wedding pictures and they look great. i was a dancing machine at the reception after i took full advantage of their open bar. here’s a couple of pics of me in action.

taka and i are actually planning on learning to tango. there’s a dance studio just a few blocks from here that we’re going to take classes at.

and me getting groovy with the beautiful bride

last night we had dinner with the campys at gyu-kaku, a yakiniku restaurant in torrance. according to wikipedia, the gyu-kaku chain has over 800 restaurants in japan and now have a handful of them here in so-cal.

on tuesday and thursday nights between 9:30-10:30p they have a happy-hour special with 50% all harami and kalbi beef and $1 beers and $1 sake. =$2 sake bombs?!

the food was delicious; we ate 8 plates of meat, an order of vegetables, salad, edamame and 8 beers within the happy-hour hour. the total bill? $63! needless to say this is going to become a tuesday night tradition.

http://www.gyu-kaku.com/

The weirdest thing happened last night. I woke up, trying to find where i’d kicked my blanket and realized i was actually on the couch! I sat up completely disoriented trying to figure out what was going on. All the lights were out, and I couldn’t see any clocks, so at first I thought it might still be kind of early and I fell asleep waiting for Taka to get home. I stumbled over to the bedroom and the bedroom door was wide open, it was 2:30a and Taka was sound asleep.

I woke her up and asked her if I was sleeping on the couch when she got home and she that I had just got out of bed a few minutes ago. I imagine I woke up to go to the bathroom (i had a couple of drinks before i went to sleep), went to the bathroom and then accidently went back to the couch instead of the bed, dozed off for second on the couch and when i couldn’t find blankets woke up.

It took me a while to go back to sleep as i tried to recall any of it happening. At some point I got back up and walked throughout the house to make sure I didn’t try to make a sandwich or paint the walls or some of the weirder things i’ve heard people do while sleep walking. I did notice that the pillows on the couch were arranged differently, like i do when i nap there during the day. Anyway, less drinking before bed for me.

two weeks ago in a drunken martini stupor ben and i watched 21, the big screen adaptation of the book and real life story of these mit kids that had an elaborate strategy for counting cards in vegas. in one scene the math teacher (kevin spacey) asks the following question:

imagine a game show where the final challenge to winning the car of your dreams requires you to guess which of the three doors has the car: #1, #2 or #3. two of the doors have goats behind them, one has your car.

you choose door #1. the gameshow host then opens for you door #3 which reveals a goat. he asks if you’d like to stick with door #1, or change to door #2… what should you do?

answer: switch to door #2. even though there are only 2 doors left, there is a 67% change that door #2 has the car. mindfcukidy!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monty_Hall_problem

last night at dinner with the campdoras’, it didn’t make sense even after we read that site, but that was after a few margaritas. maybe i should stop trying to do math while drinking :)

http://www.lehman.edu/provost/…tampons.htm

By Maria Castro

Milagros Rios, a 35-year-old waitress and single mother of two in New York City, thought she’d seen it all. But when she walked into her bathroom about a year ago to find her 18-year-old daughter Nicole laying down on the floor and sleeping with a battle of vodka and a box of tampons in her hand, it was a sight she’d never envisioned.

Nicole had been experimenting for the third time that year with a new method to become intoxicated. She had soaked tampons in vodka and then introduced them into her anus and vagina as though she were having her period, in the usual manner. She claimed her body absorbed the alcohol faster that way than if she had drank it. Soon enough, she lost control and couldn’t even make it back to her bedroom. She did it to avoid having the smell of alcohol on her breath.

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i usually drink an energy drink before the gym, but that much caffiene has really been affecting my sleep, and at $2-3 each, it’s getting too expensive. yesterday i bought a case of diet pepsi max, and i think i’ve found my new pre-gym and whenever i need a kick-in-the-pants caffiene drink. it tastes just like regular diet pepsi, and has 70 grams of caffiene (a redbull has 80) it’s just enough without being over the top. the 12 can fridge-pack i bought was only $2.99, so that’s only $.25 each!

too bad i’m not going to the gym for a while :(

i usually drink in the evenings while i watch tv (especially while i watch these american idol auditions!). i’ve had this ralphs-brand bottle of brandy that ben and i bought when we wanted to get drunk before seeing a movie a few weeks ago, that by itself is very hard to drink… so this evening after realizing i was out of jack, i tried mixing it with my diet-caffeine-free coke? it actually tastes pretty good. kinda like raisins with sugar on them, although when i read that back to myself it doesn’t sound as appetizing as it is.

so back to these american idol auditions. as dirty as it makes me feel, i fucking love them. the bad are so bad and the good? like the horseback-riding, ufc-fighting, absolutely gorgeous country girl at the end of yesterday’s episode are so good.

it’s such a guilty pleasure.