Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea. -Robert A. Heinlein

Can't argue with that one. Relaxing is the one thing we're both really good at.

So the weekend is over and I didn't have a post for Friday. That would be because I got to get the hell out of dodge here at the office nice and early and to hell with this junk that I write to myself...so there. For how hectic this weekend appeared, I really didn't do much. It started with having dinner with Chow and Paul. Paul was poisoned by his mother's cooking earlier this week and was actually trying to recover, so he decided that the best place to go would be a Chinese restaurant right in the middle Colima Street. It's basically like rush hour in Hong Kong, only more crowded. Paul's idea of safe food was some seafood porridge. I tried to talk him out of it, but he ignored me and managed to get himself even more sick. We were all planning on going to some house party of some sort that night, but that ended up falling through and we instead wasted the night driving about looking for something to do. It was like I was back in high school again...

When I drove back home, it turned out I had company. Granados, B and Moody were already there playing FIFA05 yet again and basically wasting time. Granados is going to become a bartender so he was experimenting with drinks and such and came up with a fairly tasty drink that went straight to your head. I would have given him a high five, but my coordination had left me by that point. After more FIFA hilarity...mostly because of the silly names those foreigners have. Moody let us know he was going to be in Florida for the next couple of days, so I told him to stay out of trouble. He's the type of guy when left on his own would end up in the biggest cocaine bust of the decade by shear accident. Hopefully he's not in jail as I write this.

Saturday I ended up going out with the usual suspects to the Century Club. That ended up being way too expensive, but since the Vickster broke up with her man, she was the one pushing for the alcoholic beverages. We did get to see Juvenile perform for about a half an hour and sing "Back that ass up," so it wasn't that bad of a time. The only drawback was that fool Jimmy managed to lose us and leave with Z. I get the phone call before we've even left that he's at that Korean restaurant named Hidori. Instead of going home, I had to go pick his ass up...this led to actually eating there and wasting even more of the night...er...morning. It was after 4 by the time I got back. This seriously cut into my sleeping schedule.

The next morning wasn't the worst I've ever had, but it wasn't a pleasant experience. I did manage to get up to watch most of the morning football games and clear my head a little. Luckily, I didn't have a basketball game. We have so many damn bye weeks in this league that it runs almost as long as a real basketball season. As I watched my fantasy football team start to lay the whoopin' on my opponent, I remembered I actually had somewhere I was supposed to go.

Mr. T made a 30 second short for a film festival at this Pacific Asian American film organization called Visual Communications. He asked all of us if we wanted to go to this event where it was shown...the only catch was it cost 35 bucks. I thought, what the hell, I flaked on his last film and there was going to be some new band performing there two named Dengue Fever. I'm not sure what's cool about naming your band after a disease, but it's not the first. That band ended up being alright, more of a gimmick band than anything else. The main singer is part of some pop star family in Southeast Asia and she sings in that language...whatever the hell it is. They're supposed to have sort of a ska feel, but instead they sound like background music to a bootleg Chinese crime movie, probably starring Chow Yun Fat. Hehe...I like these hyperlinks...Anyhoo, they were ten times better than the funky ass dancing group to kick off the show. It was an all guy group dancing to Indian bhangra music; let's just say N'Sync they were not.

Once they got the actual short going, things were pretty cool. Most of them were really bad and amatuerish on the level of high school films made for 4th period History class, but several were pretty damn good. Mr T's was actually quite funny. It was about this Monkey King, some weird Chinese legend, who is reincarnated into a little girl that lives in a supermarket. She gives out some bizarre advice about bulls and ejaculation, then plays a game of hopscotch with the protaganist...existential? Ingmar Bergman would be proud. Or, at the very least, Monty Python. Unfortunately, they also gave out a bunch of awards and had some terrible poetry reading session which about put me to sleep. Either way, it wasn't quite worth 35 bucks, but I'm not disappointed I went. It was pretty interesting to see.

I think I'll just close with an insult I lobbed at Frank last week that cracked up the people who were eavesdropping in the other room.

"Frank, if you keep it up, I'll hit you so hard, when you wake up your clothes will be back in style!"