Wuhoh.
02/19/02
There are only goodtimes or good stories ~ Ernie
Say it again, Ernie baby, say it again.
It’s been a fun few days since I last wrote.
Vday was spent frolicking with the GQB Posse. and friends. There was dancing,and drinking, laughing, and singing.
Ironic moment of the evening? Realizing that all the straight people in the bar were watching figure skating while all the gay people (and their adopted pet korean girl) were singing and smack talking. And mind you, this is weeks after the discussion of fantasizing about Brian Boitano. Bloody brilliant.
At least I got lots of kisses on the cheeks and some playful butt pinching and booty bumping with the charming boys.
Only sad point? Losing my pack of smokes and a pink pashmina scarf at the bar.
It was indeed, one of the better Vdays I’ve ever celebrated.
SXSW Yipes… Yup. I’m going
Yes it’s true. Somehow I’m managing to go this year. Much more for the comeraderie than for the conference itself as I haven’t been uber active in the industry in quite some time (9 months in internet time…send this granny home to the farm). Still the sessions seem interesting enough and I am eager to get some face time with pals from last year’s event and other online buddies I’ve had the pleasure of chilling with & corresponding with over the last year.
Ernie & I finally booked our tickets. We’ll be there. Others in our scandal crew? Bertie, Brian, James. Tons others who will be there as well. Woooot. Texas, you have been warned. Be ready for the fobicrew coming to eat the bar-b-q.
Friday? The usual. Well, when I’m not flakey that is. The bible study came over and we celebrated a lenten meal of stirfried veggies & fish kimchi jjigheh. Did you know that the Korean market sells frozen whole huge filets of bbq unagi for $3.00? At the restaurants that’s like $18 for a unagidon. Phooie. Who needs to date for sushi anymore when I can actually afford it to eat at home. Plus I don’t have to worry about the condition of my lipstick or a loose bra strap. Damn straight, yo.
Saturday - Word. Edgewise. Can’t. Make. It . In!
Have you ever had hot pot with a bunch of east coast MBAs? On a topic such as the purpose & rationale of Confucianism vs Taoism in societal structure and personal meditation & development between ancient chinese scholars and contemporary Asian Americans?
Ever tried to say “pass the fishball” to someone who was speaking about this subject and a PhD thesis about the notion of happiness, the flow, and the general state of discontent among the urban and mobile younger generations within America who have little in terms of unmet needs but an insurmountable list of unmet wants? Especially when said east coast MBAs are discussing authoritatively at mach 5, even when they themselves admit to pulling stuff out of their hiney?
Frankly, I was fine chewing and chomping on the watercress without being in the conversation itself. Not that it was “over my head” or that I should feel intimidated by the career status of everyone there who had at minimum one graduate degree, was married, owned property, and have aggressive careers. I decided that it was easy enough for me to be in my own zone, barefoot, cross legged on the chair, sipping on a glass of merlot and chewing on fishballs, watercress and fish mousse.
Ahh, the inassailable faith that God takes care of little girls like me, the inarguable wisdom that comes from knowing the differentation between having fun and really being happy/at peace, and the knowledge that, as Confucious might say,
“She who talks less at dinner gets her pick of all the best goodies from the hot pot while every one else argues ridiculous semantics.”
Saucy Saucy Saucy
Actually, after hotpot on Saturday night, I wound up heading over to see Kristin, Jish, & Bill over in Mt View to wish Kristin a happy & delightedly sauced birthday. She’s a hoot. Also met Amit & Bill for the first time. We played a little game of “If you could name three bloggers that you haven’t yet kissed but would like to, who would they be?” . No results may be published here as they’re rather saucy.
My saturday was culminated in seeing an entire warehouse of men gyrate with one another on the dancefloor with their shirts off. Frankly, I’d never been to Metropolis before and was glad to have some good company hold my hand through the experience cuz dayam…it’s just too many hot men with their shirts off and it’s just not fair to tease me so much.
Rula Rules on Sunday
Rad rad sunday evening meeting Ariel for the first time along with her pal Steve, and seeing the Galaxy Girls perform in an evening of total love up in Larkspur. Ernie & I were there a bit late but Bill, Jish, Kristin, & Ev, David & Cami were already there and cozy in their seats. The show was a total delight and I laughed my already flat little ass off.
Had a slice of apple pie at Mel’s afterwards with the gang. Much laughter and chatter and good times. Effluvia is a great word, Ariel. Use it often. I know I will from now on. One regret only, I failed miserably at trying to tie a cherry stem with my tongue. I must be out of practice. Memo to self - must kiss new boy and limber that puppy up again.
Other side projects
A miserable night spent up till near dawn trying to hack my way around photoshop for the first time in attempts to design a concept or two for my website. Gahh. I have a real host now (not homestead) that is waiting in the wings for me. Additionally, I’ve signed up for blogger pro. So now, the crux is in putting together a cool design and coding that kitten up. Wish me luck that it happens some time this side of day light’s savings.
Min Jung
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