"This team is one execution away from being a very good basketball team."
-- Doc Rivers on the Celtics

Hehe...I still say Ricky Davis isn't that bad. I mean, he's no Ron Artest.


It's been a while since I've posted here on anything going on in my life for a while; that's mostly because I'm bitter about the blogspot crapping out in the middle of a long post. I guess I'll just have to keep them a little shorter. This weekend was the birthday celebration of 4 of our friends...yeah, that's just great. I think maybe we should just pick a day in the middle of the year and celebrate everyone's birthday and get it over with. Either way, we ended up going to K-town to a Korean bbq. Now, I dunno about you, but if you have to cook your own damn food, should it cost you over 30 bucks to have dinner? Imagine if they ACTUALLY cooked it for you...it would be 50 dollar Lawry's. Anyways, afterwards, since that bastard Marlon wanted to sing some crappy songs, we ended up going to some Korean kareoke bar. This is when soju became heavily involved...wow, what a terrible decision this was. Since I am barely over a really bad stomach flu that my little brother Grant gave to me while I was up north, pounding shot after shot of dangerous alcohol really wasn't the best thing to do. Needless to say, I didn't borrow that alcohol for very long...I left it in several bathrooms, in the parking lot, on the freeway, out front of my door...I couldn't even open the front door when I got back. Chow had to get my keys and unlock it before I fell down and passed out. Not good times...bad times. But before that, it was pretty cool. I mean, Marlon sang Wind of Change by the Scorpions...how bad could it have been? He also had to toss his cookies as well...luckily I didn't have to watch that. What was pretty funny was the fact that when I finally got back to my place and had to throw up a little more, that managed to get to Mr. T finally and he let loose on the other side. I was waiting for Chow to join in and recreate that barfing scene from Stand By Me...