Mon 26 Jun 2006
We slept in on Saturday morning at Diana’s house in San Jose. By that I mean that I got up at 7a, went back to sleep, got up again at 9:30a and brushed my teeth, moseyed on into Diana’s room at 10:30a where she was just opening her eyes, and we hung out and chatted and then got ready to start the day. It was kind of like the ol’ college days if we both had late classes.
We called up Mike and made plans to meet up in the early afternoon. Mike and Christi were busy packing for their 9-day trip to Hawaii and running out of time as they were flying out the next morning, so I was really happy they made some time for a pearl tea meet at a really cute little outdoor shopping plaza. It was a lot of fun watching Mike’s brain gears turn when Diana would say certain things. Nothing goes over his head. We caught up on everyone’s lives, hypothesized on human behavior, and laughed a lot.
After we separated, Diana and I went to her gym to change and get ready for the night’s festivities. I’d like to note that MAN, is her gym hoity toity. It’s not my casual ol’ 24 Hour Fitness, it’s the exclusive Club One.
We jammed from there to Diana’s friend Phil’s house, and he drove us from there to dinner in San Franscisco’s Circolo restaurant, where we met up with Jimmy and Sabrina, already waiting for us there. Very nice place, very delicious food, very fashionable gay waiters. I had the spicy tuna tatare appetizer, Chilean sea bass w/sesame tempura veggies, and the most amazing peppermint ice cream cake dessert with a side of chocolate gelato. Yes, and a mint mojito. This place had a lot more crushed mint leaves that I keep sucking up through the straw, but I believe it was tastier than The Melting Pot’s mojito. Dinner was well worth the $67 a head it came out to. Poor Diana didn’t have dessert; she can’t stand minty stuff, and the peppermint cake was so minty I commented at dinner that it was like brushing my teeth. Everyone else agreed.
After dinner, Jimmy and Sabrina split to go watch The Lake House while Phil, Diana and I walked up the street to watch the Asian comedy troupe, 18 Mighty Mountain Warriors. Hilarious show. Lots of Asian “inside jokes.”
When the show was over, we met up with Jimmy and Sabrina again at a restaurant/lounge-turned-bar/club after hours, a middle-Eastern themed place called Medjool. I’m sorry if you guys think I look skanky; I figured that if I’m not gonna wear this in my 20s, I’m not gonna wear it in my 30s.
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i LOVE the picture of you, me and phil. we look awesome.
and phils looks pretty good, too. 😉
we look so asian. haha.
GREAT PICS!! You look like you had a wonderful time! Can you photoshop me into the pic? haha
I don’t think it looks skanky, it’s cute! I think I actually have a really similar top… hahaha.
that’s what i said about the top. plus, it’s not like you were busting out everywhere like some people we(i) saw at saturday. urgh!
It’s just that it’s such a low drape front that it needs to be held together, but the only thing holding it together is a little metallic decorative strip across the front, and it’s so low-backed that I can’t wear a bra, AND it’s such delicate fabric that it’s very thin, so it’s kind of every factor rolled into one. I usually go for moderation. If it’s low front, it’s high-backed. If it’s thin fabric, I’m layering it over something. But then I figured, I still have tags on this thing and if I don’t remove the tag and wear it now, I’m certainly never gonna wear it when I’m over 30.
But then you have all these concerns and you walk into people who have stuff hanging out all over the place and are wearing skankier stuff and they’re strutting it with all the confidence of an obese chick in a large women fetish club, and you think to yourself, “I am WAY too self-conscious.” I think those women are happier generally than in-between people like me.
that top isn’t skanky at all!!