Outta my way, kids! Upside down animals are only my favoritest thing in the world.
It’s been 21 years since I last went to SeaWorld in the fifth grade (do the horrifying math). Yesterday, I went back there with the BFF and her kiddos, and the only souvenir I took home was this walrus photo and a fierce sunburn.
Yes, that’s pepper spray hanging on the far right. COME AT ME, BRO.
Back to the scene of the crime! Birthday shots at Bub’s with the birthday girl last night. It felt good to be home ♥
This makes me miss home.
What was supposed to be a quick break from baby shower planning turned into 7 hours of drinking and me getting a ride home at 2am! This hostess was def hurting in the morning.
Chel’s birthday brunch at Prepkitchen last Sunday!
(Photo courtesy of @instapammie—I was too busy getting served by Anthony to take any pictures! Ha.)
Clearly, San Diego was sad to see me go.
Snooze with my loves! Apparently, I wasn’t the only one with news ;)
Thanks for breakfast, Anthony ♥
I think the GPOY is assumed here.
Spring Valley: Where Paul Walker gets his fabulous $10 hair cuts (but only on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays).
Chel‘s parties are always pinterest-worthy, and Darien’s first birthday was no exception! Old Poway Park is an awesome place to have a kid’s birthday party (preferably if your kid was born between the months of October and May—I was sweating like a whore in church!).
Exercise in the morning before your body knows what it’s doing.
Oh, my body knew damn well what it was doing.
I’m pretty sure the sun tried to kill us all today. Worst five hours EVAR!
There is a hell, and it’s the Via de la Valle off ramp during fair season! It took us four hours to get to the fair last night, but the deep fried deliciousness and freakishly large turkey legs that put me in a food coma made it worth the drive!
My Girl Scout Cookie Locator app has met its match.
Take me to your
leader maple bacon donuts!
When my friend suggested dinner at D Bar, I had no idea it was owned by Keegan Gerhard from The Food Network… that is, until he came up to our table at the end of the meal and asked if something was wrong with Chel’s half eaten dish! While their chicken and waffle sandwich was nothing to write home about, I thoroughly enjoyed everything else I put in my mouth last night—including the food at D Bar ;) Ha! I wanted their shrimp poppers to have my babies, and I thought that their lobster mac & cheese tasted infinitely better than the crab mac from Lei Lounge. Had I known this place was owned by one of the top ten pastry chefs in America, I would have saved room for dessert! I will def be back for dessert and drinks, especially since Keegan was so sweet to us and graciously comp’d Chel’s food.
|3:22 PM||me: why am i agreeing to all kinds of craziness these days|
|3:23 PM||shi: coz saying yes to everything liberates you!|
|no time like the present!|
|3:25 PM||me: how do i turn you off? :)|
Your sunshine is as blinding as ever, Shirley May.
Apparently, I’ve agreed to hike up Mount Woodson at an unholy hour on my day off tomorrow! I don’t even know who I am anymore…
This pretty much sums up my summer plans.
No lunch break at work, an hour of unpaid overtime, and a Chargers loss. Is my pet’s head gonna fall off next???
You said it, Rivers…
Laying out on the beach with the girls in a belated attempt to get a tan this year. In other news, it’s snowing on the east coast. Try not to be too jealous.
SD Restaurant Week has been extended! Coincidentally, my diet has been postponed.
This = me during SD Restaurant Week. And pretty much any of the other 51 weeks during the year.
What’s up, one-legged seagull?
Jessie was able to score us free tickets to SD Beer Fest last night! Shi was the least drunk, but managed to spill the most beer. And had a hard time remembering anything this morning. So… pretty much a regular day for her. Ha.
It probably wasn’t the best idea to drive on gas fumes yesterday. Or offer to give my stranded coworker a ride home when we got off early. Or blast my air conditioning while sitting in traffic for 45 minutes because all the lights were out.
During The Great Blackout of 2011, I was stuck at Anthony’s house with an empty gas tank thinking, This is who I’m spending the end of the world with??? Ha.
Things I learned during the blackout:
- Don’t wait till your gas light turns on to fill up
- Anthony washes his face with Aveeno Skin Brightening Daily Scrub
- All you need in an emergency situation is a bottle of wine, a gas grill, and a friend who knows how to cook
|2:09 PM||Jesse: what the hell is this weather|
|me: someone turned the a/c off again!|
|2:10 PM||Jesse: heads will roll|
|me: that shit should always be on|
|beezies can always put on a jacket|
|2:11 PM||we can’t strip down|
|not w/o being paid anyways|
Shit is about to get real up in here. I’m either going to cut a bitch or take my pants off.
Oh, Torrey Pines… I may be sore today, but I was thrilled to be on top of you last night.
The girls and I got up at an ungodly hour this morning to support Jessie at the America’s Finest City Half Marathon!
Jess and I are still sick, so we spent all day Friday watching movies
in our underwear, overdosing on Zicam and Emergen-C cocktails, and carbo-loading in preparation for her race today. Yes, I probably didn’t need to carbo-load with her, but what’s done is done.
Congrats on completing the Triple Crown, Jessie! We couldn’t be more proud of you ♥
We took family photos at Coronado Beach this weekend for my grandma’s 80th birthday. I’ll spare you the images of me and my 40+ Asian relatives in our clichéd blue jeans and white tops, and instead leave you with this gorgeous sunset.
Padres game and entirely too much beer and sangria swirl margaritas for a Thursday night with Christine, Jessie and Christian. We scored free tickets to the game, but I def paid for it the next day at work! Holy hangover.
Day drinking always sounds like a good idea until it’s past midnight and you’re still drinking.
San Diego County Del Mar Fair is back in town!
Since Arlene is vacationing in Cabo this week, I thought I’d be able to take a vacation from working out. Apparently, I was wrong. Thanks Shi and Christine for keeping me motivated and making me run up and down this damn mountain! The view from the top was worth it.
I’ve been training my entire life for this.
Update 4/25/2011: This event has been CANCELED :( The light at the end of the tunnel just got dimmer.
Update 4/28/2011: Boomers is having a Food Trucks & Fun event from Friday 5/20 to Sunday 5/22 with over 20 gourmet food trucks from SD/LA!
Ohhh, so this is what 6am looks like.
I would not be mad if this kid fell out of my uterus. If watching this video doesn’t fill your heart with joy, then you are dead to me.
Well, this is a terrifying cloud.
One night I’m sleeping naked with the fan on, and the next I’m sleeping naked under my down alternative comforter. What gives???
I went to TNT at the Museum of Contemporary Art downtown last night. After work, I took the trolley from Old Town and got ogled by three different men at three different stops on the 9-minute ride. Public transportation is for the pervs! Chel, Christine, Anthony and I had a light dinner at St. Tropez. While the food was just okay and the hip hop music distracted from the French ambiance, we did, however, enjoy how our seats vibrated every fifteen minutes from the passing trolley buses—Yes, even Anthony enjoyed it. And yes, it’s been entirely too long since I’ve had a man.
We hit up MCASD afterward, and some of the artwork was just beyond me, but I did enjoy this one piece by Vhils made of sculpted brick wall with plaster and paint:
I also enjoyed the Stone IPA, the 9 o’clock Mexican and seeing three of our collective ex’s. Yeah, that wasn’t awkward.
Several street artists, including Shepard Fairey and Banksy, did public commissions around downtown, so def check them out if you’re in the area.
Pammie and I were given free tickets to Comic-Con on Sunday. I knew I was out of place when I looked up at the big screen and thought out loud, "What movie is this?" and some dude looked at me like I was crazy and said, "It’s Return of the Jedi!" I’m pretty sure I was the only one within a 10-mile radius who hadn’t seen a single Star Wars movie.
While I was at the Iron Man booth, Pammie ran up to me and said, "Guess who’s here?!?!?" And I was like, "Robert Downey Jr?!?" And she was like, "Kevin from the Jabbawockeez!" I mean…!
As we waited in line for the panels, the girl with the Fringe tote in front of us said, "Too bad you guys got the sucky Vampire Diaries themed tote bags!" Um. We totally traded a small child and an old man our original Batman bags for these “sucky” Vampire Diaries bags! LOL.
San Diego County Del Mar Fair opens today! I look forward to it every year. Where else can you watch the pig races (my fave), stock up on Quick-n-Brite, see a freakishly large horse, and eat deep fried Twinkies all at the same place? Is it weird that my heart started to race when I saw the new fair food map?
And so the universe decided to kick us while we’re down and make it rain the whole week.
I love you, Mark Sanchez, but my San Diego Chargers are gonna kick your beautiful ass today. BOLTS, BABY!
I started this blog over the weekend bitching about the third parking ticket I received this year alone in the OC last week (the second in SD and the first in LA—it’s like I’m trying to be ticketed in every city). Now that San Diego’s going down in flames, it all seems so trivial. I can see one of the five fires burning around SD from my own backyard in the Valley. Besides having class canceled during the Cedar Fire of 2003, I’ve never really been affected by a fire until last night. I thought I’d be able to sit it out in the comfort of my own home like the last time, but the police pounded on our door around six o’clock and urged us to evacuate immediately. I didn’t realize how serious it was until I saw the flames rising above Mt. San Miguel towards my house on TV at my grandma’s apartment. A lot of my friends live in the same neighborhood, so I contacted them all to make sure they were okay, along with my relatives who had evacuated the fires in North County. Luckily, everyone was fine, but my relatives up north won’t find out if their houses were spared until they’re allowed to go back home later this week (along with nearly a million other displaced Californians). I was supposed to have two midterms, a project and a term paper due this week, but class has been canceled through the weekend… That doesn’t really make me feel much better about what’s happening here at home, though.
On a happier note, I finally booked our trip to Hawaii. Pammie, Shi, Chel and I are going to have an amazing time… The only thing I’m not looking forward to is all that exercise I have to do in order to be beach-ready by January. And all that yummy food I have to avoid over the holidays. And all those nights I’ll spend crying myself to sleep out of hunger. I mean… What.
Hoobastank just played a free 4 o’clock Fridays show at Del Mar after the horse races! I didn’t expect them to sing that many songs because this show was technically free, but damn! They sang for like an hour and a half! Edgar, Sheen, Sheryll, Joanne, Framee, Joey, Jose and I got there around 7:00 p.m. and Sheen, Frame and I stood right in front of the stage. The rest of them stayed in the back to avoid the chaos that was the mosh pit. I was a victim of crowd surfing gone bad! I was in the worst possible spot. This guy leaped from the stage and fell on Sheen and me. At one point, some girl kicked me on the side of my face. By the end of the show, I was dehydrated, sweaty, nauseous, bruised, and my hair was ten times bigger than it was when I arrived… but I would do it again in a heartbeat, because hoobastank ROCKED!!! I’ll make a mental note to wear my beat up chucks instead of flip flops the next time I see them (what was I thinking?). I’ve seen them a few times before today, and I love that they still do intimate shows. A few years back when Linkin Park was unknown to MTV and I was their biggest fan EVER, I didn’t end up going to their show at a small local venue and to this day I still regret it, because I know that they will probably never play at a small club ever again. Boo.