...recap for the weekend. Friday I went to Laguna to check and make sure the kids weren't torturing their grandma, as she'd been alone with them since Wednesday while my aunt and uncle went to Seattle. I brought some Goldilock's snacks, so I think they were pretty happy campers. However, we did have a scary moment when Linley fell on the stairs when she was trying to catch up to her little boyfriend Chase. She was holding her stuffed animal and rushing so she slipped on a step and went tumbling. She scared the heck out of me because I thought she might break her neck. Luckily, the kid is resilient and mostly she complained about her squashed nose. Needless to say, she spent the rest of the evening on the couch with me, but I'm sure her pain memory is short and she'll be running on the stairs soon.
Afterwards, I caught dinner with the guys at El Matador where they have this huge margarita. I ordered one, but was forbidden from drinking it, which I'm sure was a good thing. I had only had a siopao for lunch (which I didn't finish) and had at least 2 glasses of wine at the Vaj Mahal before dinner. Then there was that other glass of wine with dinner. Anyhow, I was 3 sheets to the wind before dinner was even over. I was trying to stick with my 3-2-1 drinking formula (3 wines, 2 cocktails, 1 beer) which has generally produced optimal buzz effects, but I didn't really need it. Anyhow, after dinner, we went over to Detroit and hung out there. I know, what's new.
Saturday I spent most of the day just laying on the couch. I think I also watched ALL of Rick Steve's travel journals for Europe. I feel as if I just went to Italy again. At this point, I've been in Italy a total of 3 real weeks and 3 virtual. Later that night, Kat and I went to Manhattan Beach and met up with Jenn, Jeff and Jo at the Side Door. I love that place until it gets way too packed. I love the cozy feel of it (until it gets to packed and then its just claustrophobic) and there's usually some interesting people to talk to. The bartenders and waitresses are usually pretty cool too. Try the mac and cheese with chicken. They use the good stuff... gruyere, etc.
Sunday was Mother's Day, so I took my mom out to lunch and then we went shopping. AfterwardsI was feeling a bit antsy, so I met up with Vuong at South Coast for a couple of hours and we walked around. At one point, we decided to stop for a snack and sat out on the patio at Z'Tejas, where we saw a really cute guy. He walked past and sat down at a table with his mom, grandma, and grandpa. We though, "Aww... how nice. Spending mother's day with the family." Well, "mom" wasn't his mom, or they've got an interesting incestuous relationship. Vuong and I were sitting there thinking... what the hell are we doing wrong? I'm going with my theory of "he's jobless and she's his sugar mama" even though it really didn't look that way. It makes me feel better anyhow. No, wait, not really. =P
Anyhow, after South Coast, I met up with the rest of the family (parents, Ryans, grandma) at Newport Seafood in Garden Grove where I think I consumed more lobster than I ever have before. The place was packed, so it was good we got there relatively early. However, even after I ate all that lobster, I still found my stomach growling at around 10, but I decided to just ignore it, which didn't help the fact that I couldn't sleep, so I tossed and turned and was hungry all night.
Afterwards, I caught dinner with the guys at El Matador where they have this huge margarita. I ordered one, but was forbidden from drinking it, which I'm sure was a good thing. I had only had a siopao for lunch (which I didn't finish) and had at least 2 glasses of wine at the Vaj Mahal before dinner. Then there was that other glass of wine with dinner. Anyhow, I was 3 sheets to the wind before dinner was even over. I was trying to stick with my 3-2-1 drinking formula (3 wines, 2 cocktails, 1 beer) which has generally produced optimal buzz effects, but I didn't really need it. Anyhow, after dinner, we went over to Detroit and hung out there. I know, what's new.
Saturday I spent most of the day just laying on the couch. I think I also watched ALL of Rick Steve's travel journals for Europe. I feel as if I just went to Italy again. At this point, I've been in Italy a total of 3 real weeks and 3 virtual. Later that night, Kat and I went to Manhattan Beach and met up with Jenn, Jeff and Jo at the Side Door. I love that place until it gets way too packed. I love the cozy feel of it (until it gets to packed and then its just claustrophobic) and there's usually some interesting people to talk to. The bartenders and waitresses are usually pretty cool too. Try the mac and cheese with chicken. They use the good stuff... gruyere, etc.
Sunday was Mother's Day, so I took my mom out to lunch and then we went shopping. AfterwardsI was feeling a bit antsy, so I met up with Vuong at South Coast for a couple of hours and we walked around. At one point, we decided to stop for a snack and sat out on the patio at Z'Tejas, where we saw a really cute guy. He walked past and sat down at a table with his mom, grandma, and grandpa. We though, "Aww... how nice. Spending mother's day with the family." Well, "mom" wasn't his mom, or they've got an interesting incestuous relationship. Vuong and I were sitting there thinking... what the hell are we doing wrong? I'm going with my theory of "he's jobless and she's his sugar mama" even though it really didn't look that way. It makes me feel better anyhow. No, wait, not really. =P
Anyhow, after South Coast, I met up with the rest of the family (parents, Ryans, grandma) at Newport Seafood in Garden Grove where I think I consumed more lobster than I ever have before. The place was packed, so it was good we got there relatively early. However, even after I ate all that lobster, I still found my stomach growling at around 10, but I decided to just ignore it, which didn't help the fact that I couldn't sleep, so I tossed and turned and was hungry all night.
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