I have lost most of my voice. Since I usually sound like Minnie Mouse on crack, I've decided that today, I am sexy, husky Minnie. You know, how Minnie would sound if she had her own 900 number.
"Ohhhhh, Mickey! You are sooooo fiiiiiiine."
Ok, maybe I'm just squeaky.
5.01.2006
goodbye to tejash, brunch with a tennis ball
Karen, Agnes, Natalie and I had dinner at Chez Nous before heading to Tejash's going away party on Sat night.
Dinner was so-so. I'm not sure if I was just tired and sick, or if it really was so boring. I'd had a busy day - headed over to Berkeley for a haircut with Yossi, then rushed over to Oakland to check out a used elliptical - and I was drugged up on cold meds all day anyway. I usually sit at home for 36 hours straight on the weekends. I only had time for a brief, 2 hour nap before meeting up with the girls and Agnes's beau-du-jour.
The four of us at dinner
A half-awake picture outside
After food, Karen, Natalie and I piled into my Mini and headed north. Driving through the Marina is always a trip - and we drove right through Cougar Corner. At one point, we walked through a crowd gathered outside some club, and we were the only ones who weren't blonde! Btw Marina chicks, if you're going to be so painfully trendy, note that pointy flats are so last season.
I think I spent a total of 15 minutes in Gravity:
- 5 minutes trying to find Tejash
- 5 minutes saying hi and good bye
- 5 minutes fighting my way out of the place
I will definitely miss Tej. Lucky bastard not only got into Kellogg, but scored an internship in Germany for the summer. Makes me nostalgic for Berlin... Maybe that's why I'm listening to "Springtime for Hitler" so much these days.
Yo - me and my homeboy Tej
We parted with the promise to keep in touch.
"Dood, get your ass in gear and apply," he said. "Hopefully, I'll be on the admissions board."
"Well, then I guess I'll see you in Chicago next year!" I winked.
*~*~*~*
On Sunday am, I met up with Andy for brunch at Foreign Cinema. Now THAT was yum! I've never been to Foreign Cinema during the day/when I'm not drunk. In fact, I actually had to call Andy from the corner of 21st and Mission, because I've only stumbled there after too much at Medjool.
When I arrived, Andy noticed that I was looking at him with a puzzled look.
Being that Andy is 6'7" and I'm 5'2", me sitting in front of the mirror didn't really stop him from seeing his red, peeling face during brunch. Luckily, we were distracted by a yummy meal of Duck Breast Salad with Balsamic Reduction, 1/2 dozen raw oysters, and Dungeness Crab Frittata.
I do wish I had a picture of the tennis ball hair, though. Damn that broken camera!
Dinner was so-so. I'm not sure if I was just tired and sick, or if it really was so boring. I'd had a busy day - headed over to Berkeley for a haircut with Yossi, then rushed over to Oakland to check out a used elliptical - and I was drugged up on cold meds all day anyway. I usually sit at home for 36 hours straight on the weekends. I only had time for a brief, 2 hour nap before meeting up with the girls and Agnes's beau-du-jour.
The four of us at dinner
A half-awake picture outside
After food, Karen, Natalie and I piled into my Mini and headed north. Driving through the Marina is always a trip - and we drove right through Cougar Corner. At one point, we walked through a crowd gathered outside some club, and we were the only ones who weren't blonde! Btw Marina chicks, if you're going to be so painfully trendy, note that pointy flats are so last season.
I think I spent a total of 15 minutes in Gravity:
- 5 minutes trying to find Tejash
- 5 minutes saying hi and good bye
- 5 minutes fighting my way out of the place
I will definitely miss Tej. Lucky bastard not only got into Kellogg, but scored an internship in Germany for the summer. Makes me nostalgic for Berlin... Maybe that's why I'm listening to "Springtime for Hitler" so much these days.
Yo - me and my homeboy Tej
We parted with the promise to keep in touch.
"Dood, get your ass in gear and apply," he said. "Hopefully, I'll be on the admissions board."
"Well, then I guess I'll see you in Chicago next year!" I winked.
*~*~*~*
On Sunday am, I met up with Andy for brunch at Foreign Cinema. Now THAT was yum! I've never been to Foreign Cinema during the day/when I'm not drunk. In fact, I actually had to call Andy from the corner of 21st and Mission, because I've only stumbled there after too much at Medjool.
When I arrived, Andy noticed that I was looking at him with a puzzled look.
Andy: I know, my head looks like a tennis ball.
Me: Uh, did you know that you're ... colorful?
Andy: I'm red from the sunburn I got sitting outside.
Me: Actually, you're more pinkish, because the skin that's peeling off is white, so it offsets the red.
Being that Andy is 6'7" and I'm 5'2", me sitting in front of the mirror didn't really stop him from seeing his red, peeling face during brunch. Luckily, we were distracted by a yummy meal of Duck Breast Salad with Balsamic Reduction, 1/2 dozen raw oysters, and Dungeness Crab Frittata.
I do wish I had a picture of the tennis ball hair, though. Damn that broken camera!
where's caro?
Yes, the flurry of blogs continue. I have so much to catch up on.
This weekend, we welcomed Carolyn into our home (on Carolina Street!). Apparently, this woman's idea of "packing" is more like "dumping". She has so much stuff in her room that there's no room for a bed.
Its like Where's Waldo, but with Caro.
Thank goodness she has a boyfriend. Otherwise, I don't know where she'd sleep.
This weekend, we welcomed Carolyn into our home (on Carolina Street!). Apparently, this woman's idea of "packing" is more like "dumping". She has so much stuff in her room that there's no room for a bed.
Its like Where's Waldo, but with Caro.
Thank goodness she has a boyfriend. Otherwise, I don't know where she'd sleep.
weight loss diary: week 7 of 15
Yuck. I'm so sick of being sick. I did absolutely nothing that involved moving this week. Luckily, this prevented me from eating too much, since eating involves moving.
*~*~*~*~*
Week 7 Stats, 4/23 - 4/29
Incidentally, I'm tres annoyed that my camera is broken :-(
*~*~*~*
Accomplishments:
Week 8 Goals:
Passing out now...
*~*~*~*~*
Week 7 Stats, 4/23 - 4/29
- Weight: 127 lbs
- Body Fat: 27.5%
- Body Fat #s lost: 0.35 lbs, total: 1.62 lbs
- Total Points: 175
- APs: None
- Ha! The only thing I managed was Bikram yoga on Sunday, before I got the sore throat.
Incidentally, I'm tres annoyed that my camera is broken :-(
*~*~*~*
Accomplishments:
- Stayed OP the whole week. By the end of the week, I had 21.5 flexies, and I still behaved at dinner!
- Week 1 of my alcohol abstinence went by without incidence. On Wed, we went to Medjool, and I was so good I bordered on boring. On Sat, we went out, but I was so messed up from cold meds that I felt drunk anyway.
- Started tracking my finances in MS Money, just like I track points online
- Went to WW meeting - without JH prodding me! I went by myself AND committed by buying a 10 week package
- Went to Bikram yoga on Sun. Sigh. I can't help it, I still love it.
- Renewed commitment. I decided last week that I had to bust this plateau and FINALLY got OP. No more fudging with the point calculations. And its paying off!
- Listing my meals on ExP. Keeps me blogging and aware, even when I don't feel like it.
- Yuck. Being sick. Need to exercise! I can't tell if the weight I lost is from being OP, or from the muscle turning into fat.
Week 8 Goals:
- Working out again... at the gym! This of course depends on me being able to, well, talk and breathe. Since I've got my membership until July 3, might as well use it:
~ Tuesdays - Elliptical & Weights - Upper/Abs
~ Thursdays - Boxing
~ Fridays - Spinning & L.A.B - Keep going to WW meetings
- Stay OP. Its hard - its Tuesday, and I'm already 10 flexies down
- Work the first chapter of RD
Passing out now...
hey baby, wanna yelp?
Last Wednesday, Natalie and I headed over to Medjool for Yelp's Invitation to Flirt event. As soon as we arrived, we were handed little "flirt" cards; the objective was to find our match. Some of the lines were pretty good - my favorite was "I'm not a tease, I'm just a reminder of what you can't have" - while some were not quite as entertaining. One guy got so into it that I started giving him a dirty look, until I realized he was just reading his line with gusto.
Besides the free drinks and appetizers, we got to (re) meet the founder of Yelp. Funny story here: Back in 1999/2000 or so, when I first got to SF, I met some guy named Jeremy at a random house party. Being new to the area, I was collecting email addresses of cool people that I'd met, hoping to find some peeps to hang out with. In my drunken state, I dropped the list.
A few days later, some guy emails me with the list of addresses that I'd dropped. Lo and behold, Jeremy S. grows up to be the founder of Yelp, one of the truly cool sites out there. I only met him the one time, but surprisingly we both remembered the incident 5 years later! And that's the story of how I got into Yelp Elite.
Natalie, Jeremy and me at Medjool
Of course, being the Asian (a.k.a. picture whore) teeny bopper that I am, I had to take a picture with Jeremy. I mean, who knows? One day, when Yelp reaches Google-esque popularity, I can pull it out and say I-knew-him-when. Besides, I'm programmed to be a groupie. I grew up in Jersey.
Besides the free drinks and appetizers, we got to (re) meet the founder of Yelp. Funny story here: Back in 1999/2000 or so, when I first got to SF, I met some guy named Jeremy at a random house party. Being new to the area, I was collecting email addresses of cool people that I'd met, hoping to find some peeps to hang out with. In my drunken state, I dropped the list.
A few days later, some guy emails me with the list of addresses that I'd dropped. Lo and behold, Jeremy S. grows up to be the founder of Yelp, one of the truly cool sites out there. I only met him the one time, but surprisingly we both remembered the incident 5 years later! And that's the story of how I got into Yelp Elite.
Natalie, Jeremy and me at Medjool
Of course, being the Asian (a.k.a. picture whore) teeny bopper that I am, I had to take a picture with Jeremy. I mean, who knows? One day, when Yelp reaches Google-esque popularity, I can pull it out and say I-knew-him-when. Besides, I'm programmed to be a groupie. I grew up in Jersey.
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