- half the drivers in san francisco need their own “special driving zone.” srsly.
- lucky chances is still your best bet for late night filipino food [well, your only bet], but they have a tendency to screw up orders sometimes
- downtown san jose really isn’t all that bad. getting tickets to a sharks game is another story.
- jason bourne novels are a great distraction from the normal non-punchiness/kickiness/karate-choppiness of everyday life. though i do know people with such lethal skills, they’re a little weird, even for me.
- oh brothers, where art thou? i just might go back this tuesday, i’ve been busy.
the first month of 09 went by pretty fast. in a lot of ways, not nearly fast enough.
why? it always ends with the superbowl, and begins with the nagging feeling that, fuck, valentine’s day is around the corner. but we’ll save the latter for another day. we have a super bowl party [er, kinda] to address.
so on the weekend leading up to the superbowl, my parents left to join a few other medical professional relatives on a medical mission to their old town in the philippines. so, for the 2 weeks that the’re sweating it out and scarfing down adobo, i’ve been tasked with the mandatory house-sit and bill-paying duties. you work, you come home, and you’re exactly where you were ten years ago.
[it actually isn't bad. they do have a pretty substantial cache of bacon.]
my niece claire had her seventh month the other day. everyone came over, they had a big cake, but since she’s just getting started on solid food, i don’t think she was really in any position to be interested. it was a great night, as well-behaved as any of us can hope.
unfortunately, that same night my body also decided to start reacting normally to caffeine. given that on any random book-reading night i’ll chug 6 or 7 cups of regular black coffee [free refills at starbucks ftw] but still sleep soundly, my nervous system’s sudden change of mood didn’t bode well.
after a night of getting absolutely no sleep at all, i dropped the parents off at the airport and decided to run with brian up at the waterfront of the presidio, to tire myself out, get my body to finish metabolizing whatever the hell was in that coffee that kept me awake for 24 hours, and possibly segue into a long, deep mid-day sleep.
it was good exercise, great weather, but once we got to fort point, we saw the cosplay freaks out in full force. rifles and hats and boots and bonnets and shit, i mean, holy shit.
i can imagine one of the participants explaining it: “so, bob, what did you do his weekend?” “oh, well, i, uh, had a thing…”
horrified, we worked our way back and i spent the rest of the day recovering, from both the walk and the mental trauma of seeing the weirdos in their element.
the next day happened to be superbowl sunday, though, quite honestly, none of us were really paying attention. we gathered at kristine’s up on the hill in daly city, caught up with a few old friends, had a lot of guacamole, but, somehow, didn’t really even look at the TV.
i guess we were all a little caught up weighing ourselves or engaging in very heated conversations. or having vodka. something like that.
indubitably, we ended up getting tapsilog from lucky chances around midnight [though they did mess up on two of the orders, i'll give it to my countrymen for that], then jammed and jammed some more until everyone passed out.
[i ended up bojanking a copy of the starcraft battlechest because, really, who needs two?]
and here we are, february. and you know what that means.
