Mixed Signals Part 2

So last night I was sitting in the living room with my boxers on watching “Black in America” and working on some stuff on the computer. In comes my roommate with his wretched, nasty-ass, boring-as-fuck girlfriend who decides to show up. What did they have in their hand? Grocery bags. Looks like it’s dinner night for them again! Greeeaat. There is nothing worst when couples try to act all “marriage-material” by making dinner together and trying to be cute about it. Why do this now? You’re not committed. Let the rest of your life be dinner nights. For now, go out to eat, pick up some take out, be young, be random. I was pretty pissed off because they always decide to eat dinner at like fucking 10pm. I wasn’t going to move out of my nestled spot on the couch, nor was I going to turn off “Black in America.” So, as the asshole I am, I sat there the whole time while they made some crappy salad from a Rachel Ray recipe. Wow, you’re putting oranges in a salad, that’s so original!! Walnut slices? OMG! I tried to make it as awkward as possible by sitting in the living room and not saying a word. I then made a conscious decision that I couldn’t take it anymore, so I called my friend Brynn to hang out.

We went to some diner near her place and grabbed some grub catching up with life. All of a sudden, my buddy Colin texts me saying that they are out at some dive bar for his friends birthday and the mixed signals girl was with them as well. I was planning on going to the bar last night but decided that I wouldn’t make the effort unless someone had text-ed me about it. I know, I’m really shady like that. So I decide to bounce out of Brynn’s place to go meet them up at the bar. This place was Dive Bar City. It was gross and totally not sanitary. Oh well. I saw mixed signal girl there and she was looking pretty cute. I thought to myself, how the hell am I going to approach the night. I began to over think and just realized to go with the flow and see how things go. We had some drinks and I tried to make the round by talking to others, so I didn’t seem like I went there just for her. Before we headed out to the next bar, one of our mutual friends came up to me and said to me “You’re into her aren’t you?” At this point, I was like “fuuuck, owned.” What was I supposed to say?  When you’re caught in a situation like this, there is no way out. I said, “Yes, I’m attracted to her, if that’s what you mean.” She smiled and said, “I could tell, so I just put it out there earlier and said Calvin’s cute, and she smiled and agreed.” Isn’t it great when people do the work for you? That’s why you always make good relationships with the girl’s inner circle.

Things all of a sudden got really awkward for me. Now I have pressure. I know that she might possibly be slightly interested, but to be honest, I didn’t think it would go this far. I mean, why can’t we leave things at just flirting without the knowing part. It sucks when things are confirmed and then you are expected the “make the move.” I didn’t prepare for this. The rest of the night, I bought her some drinks, talked to her, and we danced. I could totally tell that she doesn’t go clubbing often because her dancing needed some work. This was a slightly unattractive issue for me. I’m not saying I’m the best dancer, but I’m definitely a twirler and I can’t stand it when girls try and take charge.  We definitely had a great time, good laughs, and even some slight rubbing of the arms, but I don’t know…I just don’t think I’m ready.

I got home last night, and i was sober by the time I arrived to my apartment. I tend to go for the same girls: cute, shy, not so experienced with life, super nice, slightly naive. I think what I need now is someone who can really take control. A girl that’s really outgoing and has experienced life. One word: a Cougar.

Weddings are intense

It’s been awhile since I blogged, but this week has been pretty crazy.  I headed back to Norcal for July 4th weekend to see my family and hang out with my old buddies.  Oh yeah, and there was also a wedding I attended.

On Thursday, a few of my guy friends and I decided to hit up Dave and Busters.  We usually have a stellar time there due to the cheap drinks and games.  However, this time was dramatically different.  Maybe it was the fact that we’re getting older, or the Jameson in our Irish car bombs, but I can easily say the place has definitely lost its hometown appeal.  Even the tacky-ness of it’s hood-rat couture has left any sense of credibility to this venue.  It was boring as fuck to be frank.  Getting a booth took forever.  Our waitress was slow, and the herd of new era A’s hats reminded me of my dislike toward sports hats. (A sea of Cub hats is no fun)

We decided to leave DnB’s and head over to classy downtown San Jose in which were surprised by the utter hotness of almost every bar/club in the area.  Even tiki lounge had a huge line.  The night was overall a bust and we decided to head back after chowing down on probably one of the worst burritos I’ve ever had at La Victoria’s.  The orange sauce tasted like a sour chipotle sauce.  As guccimanla and I agreed, even Chipotle would’ve satisfied the taste buds further then this burrito.

Friday was Slide with the gang.  The past 2 posts decorated the night accurately and it was an extremely good time.  Nothing beats walking into a restaurant, having the waitress line up tables for you and pass our menus, coming to the shock that we all just got up and left cause we had no idea what we were doing.  We closed the night at Denny’s eating “Potachos,” probably the worst idea ever.

The wedding came on Saturday.  This was my first “real” wedding where my close friend was getting married.  She looked absolutely stunning and gorgeous.  My first intention for this wedding was to meet some single hotties.  This was not the case when I arrived.  My imaginative wedding crashers scenario build up ended when I arrived at the venue 30 minutes late having just missed the ceremony.  It was incredibly high class and posh.  Everything looked perfect.  I was scared being by myself.  I grabbed a glass of wine and walked around hoping to see someone I knew.  Luckily an old elementary buddy of mine was there so we caught up with life.

These were the conversations I dreaded.  You know you’re old when you start talking about your career and what you do for a living.  Man, the movies are so accurate.  After some small talk, I headed over to my table where I was strategically positioned with the bridesmaids.  Thank you bride!  They were okay, nothing too stunning, but definitely had cute personalities that kept the convo flowing throughout the speeches and other awkward exchanges between the bride, groom, and families.  I spotted a pretty high 7.5 at another table but wasn’t able the muster the courage to do anything about it.  She was a cutie, well-toned, nice summer dress, and good style.  Only thing was, too much makeup.  I’m not a fan of colored eye-lids or filled in eyebrows.  I’m okay if the color isn’t like fucking blue, you know what I mean?  Like are you performing for a circus?

Next thing you know everyone was dancing, but I got owned cause I became the guy that carried the camera’s for drunk girls.  That’s def. a total owned situation no one wants to be apart of.  The nice guy portion of my personality exuded too early on in the wedding.  All the dances I had were with pretty default girls which held me further from putting my mack on with ms. colored eye-lids.  I was disappointed.  However, she didn’t carry much flare either.  She barely danced, and when she did, it was the kind of very “controlled-slut-like” moves you see on a girl who probably has a chip on her shoulder and still takes life too seriously.  I knew at that point that nothing good would probably come out of our exchange.

I headed back from the wedding realizing how intense weddings can be.  The forced smiles, picture taking, hosting, and constant AW-ness (Attention Whore) can be tiresome.  The production doesn’t do it for my tastes.  I want to feel relaxed when my wedding comes (god forbid, hopefully not anytime soon).

I’m about to head back to Chicago.  It’s been good Norcal.

slide: the aftermath

Well, after spending last Saturday walking around SFO airport for an hour with Darla trying to find her car, I was dropped off earlier this afternoon, 7 days later, by TheBusDriver to catch a flight back to LA.  I was persuaded into staying in SF for the entire week, and had lots of fun and a great host, where I spent most of my time in the “dungeon,” only being let out for lunch and dinner, while doing almost nothing productive for most of the days.  Good times.

I’m blogging right now from SFO, a bit tired and hungover, waiting for my flight and realizing that no one flies home on a Saturday on a long weekend.  Oh well, gotta be special and take advantage of a cheap flight back home.  Anyways, a recap on our party last night at Slide– and some background information leading up to why we chose to go to that venue in SF.

TheBusDriver and Calzone had wanted to go to Slide for the past year.  That was the only thing they were talking about in the last few months throughout all the e-mails leading up to this night, and all in all it was a success; except for the fact that the actual “slide” that you go down was not that great.  However, we had 2 bottles of Grey Goose and got a booth at the bar/lounge with 16 of our other friends.  Great time, especially when we polished off the first bottle of Goose in about 10 minutes, and got into the double digit shot count less than half an hour into the night.  The music was great, and didn’t take much notice into the overall crowd because we were here with a bunch of friends anyways and having a good time.

The highlight of the night was when TheBusDriver started dancing scandalously with one of the girls at the club, which led to multiple make out sessions and also a lapdance.  Not sure how she looked– all I remember was that she had a decent body, definitely not okay on the face.  I think most of us were throughly entertained by these antics, and the only thing that would have made this scene even better would be Usher- Love In The Club blasting throughout this sequence.  I don’t think TheBusDriver took this girl into the bathroom, but most likely would have been able to pull that off based on his recollection of the night.

All in all, a very enjoyable night, except for the fact that I’ve been pretty much tired since I woke up earlier today.  Going back to LA, grabbing dinner with some friends, and then starting to do some work tomorrow.  Back to reality, except I’ll be back in SF in less than a week to hit up Napa Valley with Darla and a couple of friends.  In my first two weeks of break, I will have spent a total of 10 days in the Bay, and 4 days in LA.  Owned.

Strippers are horrible liars

My birthday was a blast.  I was hesitant at first since I’ve never celebrated my birthday anywhere other than California.  I’m not a big attention loving guy when it comes to my birthday.  I am, however, an attention whore when it comes to other events, but just not when the spotlight is forcefully hit on me.  

The schedule for the night started with dinner at Japonaise.  Google reps took me there for dinner a few months ago and I fell in love with the food there.  It wasn’t your typical Asian fusion restaurant.  This place had actually good food and a more than stellar atmosphere.  If you know me well enough, I am all about the atmosphere.  I took one look at the menu, and pulled a totally money move.  I asked for the waitress to come by, leaned over, and told her “How about you just have the chef put together a few courses for us tonight.”  I’ve always wanted to say that.  I figure since it was my birthday, I’d get away with it.  The results were incredible.  We had roughly 5 courses and each were new, adventurous and filling.  I’d advise anyone to go that route in their next dining experience.  It’s all about being descisive these days.  As gucciman pointed out, decisions are overrated.

I had a few rounds of sake shots and some white wine, which always does the trick.  We capped it off with a nice tall Sapporo that really gave a nice finishing touch to the meal.  I’m so full of shit.  Anyways, after dinner, we headed out to Lumen for some lounging and music.  I was on a roll feeling money that night so I wanted to get a table.  I got to Lumen, and saw a less than stellar line.  The bouncer still had 2 bottle minimum.  I laughed in his face and just waited in line for 10 minutes until I got in and started getting owned by drink after drink.  The music was incredible.  Mashup after mashup. I’m all about the chorus of a song and then bam, next song.  Let’s keep it straight to the point.

The guys and girls split up around 1am and we headed over to the Admiral, a strip joint.  It was wild.  I had an amazing time.  The last time I was at a strip club was in Cancun when I was a sophomore in college.  Stippers are such liars about their age it’s almost cute at times.  During a private lap dance, we began to converse about random stuff while her knockers were in my face.  This was how the conversation went:

Stripper: “I just moved here and I don’t have Comcast yet. I’m dying”

Me: “Oh okay, you missing out on some shows you like?”

Stripper: “Yeah, I’m addicted to TV”

Me: “Like reality shows?”

Stripper: “No, like On Demand”

Me:  “Oh yeah, I like watching Soprano re-runs on On Demand”

Stripper: “I love Woody Allen”

Me:  “You like Woody Allen, and you’re 20.  Are you a film major?”

Stripper: “Okay you got me, I’m 29.”

 

Then she continued to exude the fresh stripper perfume (mind you, that you can’t smell anywhere else but at a strip club) all over my clothes.  It was quite a time.  Thank you, Trinity.

 

I headed back with the boys around 6am realizing that we had dropped so much money tonight and none of us came home with girls/sex.  Definitely owned.

friday night redux leads to saturday buffer night

somehow after my night out on the town thursday, i managed to muster enough energy to go out again yesterday. took a nap right when i got home which really hit the spot. open bar at a rooftop (more like tent) from 10-1 so the night started earlier than normal once again. got there n proceeded to drink away (long islands, stella, vodka tonic, black russians…anything and everything we got our hands on). friends were there and met some new people along the way. rooftops are definitely en vogue here in new york. im sure calzone can second that in chicago as well.  afterwards we went to a club and go a bottle with some pals and ate some korean food around 4AM. nothing too eventful but good times fasho

woke up this morning a little hung over. walked to work and ordered some chinese food while feeling like shit. then i went to soho to get a back and shoulder massage. i was pretty tired around then (3-4PM) so the second i put my face down through the breathing hole, i passed out. i hate when i do that. the massage was so soothing that i dont remember like any of it. next thing, the lady is like “thank you..time is up..you may rest and sleep here for a bit.” so owned. i basically paid a benjamin to pass out in a dimly-lit room with stream/river trickling music. after that, i have been in my room trying to do a little work. not too successful since ive been distracted by 1) some documentary move on high school debate on HBO 2) knocked up on HBO 3) sportscenter 4) oceans 13 on HBO. i love saturdays like this. it is now almost 1130 and ima pass out before midnight.

i plan on waking up at 8-9AM tomorrow to go on a run in the park then goto work and actually do work while consuming some orange juice and a mushroom ham omelette. definitely trying to get out by 2:30 to catch the italy/spain game at ESPNZONE or another sports bar. fernando torres is the shit.

life is chill / weekend has been great. hasnt been too hot. doesnt get much better than this.

oyes, calzone’s birthday is tomorrow. wish him well

Friday night happenings

This past week was a long week. Even though there are only 5 more days left of work for me before the summer break, this week definitely took its toll on me. Well, what do you do after a long week at work? Try to unwind on Friday afternoon/nights. (start drinking at 6pm)

There are two things I hate when I go out.

1. a boring place to go out

2. less than stellar looking people, a.k.a. ugly people

I got home around 6 last night and ate a bit of dinner. Then I proceeded to mix myself and the roommates a few Grey Goose tonics, and also lighted up a cigar. Chilled until around 10pm, when we headed out to Manhattan Beach with a group of people. We ended up going to some sports bar down there– which is definitely not my scene on a Friday night when 1. there are no sports games playing, and 2. looking for a place with some good looking girls. Obviously, the night was a bust when neither of these criteria were fulfilled, and so my roommate and I just decided the best way to get through this night would be to start taking shots of Patron and then drink more goose/tonics. Even after a ridiculous amount of drinks, I was not feeling too drunk, but probably just not too happy with the place that we decided to spend our Friday night. I think I definitely prefer something a bit more upbeat and exciting when going out and drinking. Go big or go home right?

Going out on Friday night is hard though. I’m usually caught in a place between, I want to sleep versus I want to get smashed. That’s usually not a great battle, because sleep usually wins, whether I go out or not. And when sleep does win and I go out, it just means I get really tired around midnight, and it’s just a grind to get through the rest of the night, even after a few red bull vodkas.

Anyways, what did I learn from going out last night? First, don’t go to a sports bar when there are no games on. I hate rolling with people who pick bad spots to go– what a waste of a Friday night. Second, I need to drink more. I guess if I had a few more shots, the night would have been better, but I would not be sitting here writing a nearly coherent post either. Third, I’d much rather spend $100+ on a nice dinner and movie. Running up a bar tab, and then not having much fun is the worst way to spend the night.

Next Friday, I’m going to go get a good meal (really want a good steak) and watch a movie, with or without anyone. Any takers?

and this is why i love being single. the aftermath

man. it was hard getting up this morning. reallllllly fun night last night. picture perfect weather these past couple of days. a little breeze, not humid. man, summer in new york city is the shit. there is no way anything can top it. woke up this morning around 9:15 – still little early but didnt get home really late last night. typical morning. woke up seeing like 3 gatorade bottles on my desk of different flavors. all of them are like half done. hella owned. then i took a glimpse at my wallet with scott van pelt and espn in the background blastin in the background. they were talkin about the truth and the celtics parade. efff, go pierce. my wallet was so empty. my drivers license and corporate card are still at the bar with the hot bartender. god knows where my work id is. everything is all over the place. oyeah, i lost my blackberry as well. i am not going to ask my director for a new one. over the past two years, i have lost my blackberry 4x. i am the reason why my firm isnt doing so hot. if you havent heard, the financial services industry isnt the most stable sector right now. well anyways, i received 17 new emails this morning and like all of them had nothing to do with work. playa play on

when i got up, i was in such a great mood. walked to work with a bounce and a smile listenin to puff daddy and jay-z’s old jams like mo money mo probz, seniorita, izzo. on the contrary, i was actually dragging my ass sluggishly across town, walking with a chip on my shoulder similar to the one OJ mayo has on right now.  i mean, cmon, as good as he is, as much as his friendship with dwade has blossomed over the past month, miami cant pass on beasley or rose. definitely jus walked to work like a hip-hop head. woke up with my contacts still in. eyes still bloodshot, prolly smelling like ciroc or gin still while writing this in my cubicle. but i didnt sweat walking to work since the day so was efffffing nice. like straight out of the movies yanno? *cheesy music in the background* “good morning new york, happy friday on this 20th of june, 2008…sunny day today with some rolling clouds later this afternoon. highs in the 70s..” *cheesy music ends* well yeah. thats that

so back to last night – funnnnn! basically it was an open bar at a posh club in ny for $80. open bar was from 730-1030. i got there in at 9 and it was a little popping. friends were there before me so some were already getting their groove on. i had to have downed like 10 mixed drinks in that span of 90 minutes so i got oblierated. dj was aite. not really mixing but playin the top 40 hits. hip pop ish. saw a coworker or two, friends were all wasted. girls were definitely attractive. a little older but definitely within range. chatted it up with my friends friends. they were kinda cute. one is the typical midwest to ny girl. check the box. the other is the singaporean to US for college and now is deciding whether to go back or stay here chick. check the box. i have some standard lines i use for either demographic to make small talk bullshit. letme show:

standard lines i use when i meet a girl from singapore…

1) how do u like college here? 2) oyeah, i went to school with many singaporeans, they chill 3) you went to SAS or Raffles? oyeahh. do you know rebecca hsin-hua or some random name i jus made up on the spot…they say no then i go, “its cool, im sure its a big place” lol. hella generic, but if they say YES, im effed…cuz then i gota pull more shit out my ass 4)  i talk about how much i love singaporean food (that rice noodle thingy) 5) how far is singapore from hk or sydney? ive asked this question so many times. its like 4 to HK and 7 to sydney. i can mouth the answer silently before they say a single word but i ask anyways since im a douchebag with no game and need something to make her think im interested in her and where she came from

anyways – crowd was hot last night and friendly and mature and somewhat chic. of course, i come in with a tshirt from triple 5 soul, rock n republics n nikes. man, its so good to be single. the freedom is the best. i can tell this summer is gonna be a lot of fun already and you guys are along for the ride

until nxt time, bus driver taking you to school  

Thursday’s here

thebusdriver is doing his usual Korean outreach program.  I, on the other hand, am hitting up the usual media party that I get invited to all the time.  TBH, it get’s a tad bit annoying at times, but free food, open bars, hot girls, can’t go wrong with that!  I just gotta think of some BS to come up with. 

Plus tonight, it’ll be hosted by Megan Good, the b or c-level actress from stomp the yard.  That movie was uber lame but she had a pretty nice ass so I can’t complain.  Plus, i’m all about swag bags and I ran out of Neutrogena Facial Cleanser last week. 

On thursdays, I usually play beach volleyball on a team that was put together by some co-workers here by Chicago Social.  It’s a joke.  At first I was worried cause I can’t play sports for shit, but everyone just does this as an excuse to scope out chicks, get waste, and wear matching shirts.  Def. a Chicago thing.  Matching Shirts.  Although there was a team called “Over the Net, Under your Mom” that was quite hilarious.  Either that, the rest of teams rock shirts with shitty beer cup clipart and other reminders that they need to move on from college and get a fucking life.

BTW- Didn’t end up asking the girl for coffee.  I saw her today and she looked kinda fat in her summer dress.  Definetely passed on that shit.

thursday night debauchery ready or not…

 

my friend sent me this today at work. some buddies and coworkers are going to check this shindig out. fingers crossed. its gonna be a mess. 90$ for an open bar. you know i am going to take advantage of that. if i dont pass out or throw up my pad thai dinner (that i am going to order at 4:45PM EST), shame on me and my excessive spending habits. i plan on jetting out of work at around 6 today. maybe take a mini nap or hit the gym (yeah right, aint gonna happen). hop into a cab around 745-8 to marquee and proceed to drink my ass off. until tomorrow, i am signing off

 oyes, p.s. i am not korean so dont ask. hyuk hyuk OTL owned