The brain is a wonderful organ. It starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get into the office.
--Robert Frost

If that's not the perfect Monday quote, I don't know what is. I mean, I'm at work, obviously my brain isn't working.


It was quite an interesting weekend in that I actually got out and about for the first time in a while. On Friday, Chow and Andy really wanted to do something, anything really, so we went and got dinner at Red Lobster first and then went looking for a bar to hang out at. Chow really wants to hang out at Camacho's off the 60, so off we go. It's primarily a Mexican hangout, so he thought we could broaden our horizons and hope to God we didn't get knifed. When we got there, the guys at the front did give us funny looks, but went ahead and let us in. We thought, well, obviously, we're not the usual clientele, so I'm sure that's why they did that. Boy, were we way the hell off base. As we're at the window, Chow glances into the club and sees this black dude on a stage wearing chaps...and not much else. It turns out it was a male stripper night...which is nice that there are a lot of women there, but it wasn't something we really wanted to pay for. I mean, how am I going to explain to anyone that I just paid to go watch some male strippers without it throwing my entire sexual orientation into question? I'm not that confident; neither were Chow and Andy.

From that point, we decided to play it safe and drive on over to Diamonds down in Brea, which is a pool hall. No near naked men down there. The place ended up being packed and there wasn't a chance of us getting a table for another hour and a half, so we just grabbed a spot and had a beer. Unfortunately, Andy decided to be the party pooper and fall asleep as we were talking...it's like he's a 7 year old, or something. Chow wanted to leave early because he was supposed to head on out to the mountains and snowboard with that bastard Marlon the next morning, so we woke up the sleeping not so beauty and got back to our cars before midnight. Chow didn't even end up going snowboarding, so I guess we called it early for no particular reason...not that Andy would have noticed. I'm going to have to start bringing a marker so I can write crap on him while he sleeps.

Saturday I woke up nice and late, then headed off for the gym. I had a nice workout until I managed to hurt my knee...I hope this doesn't last too long. My family has a history of bad knees so I hope this isn't the first of many future problems. Once I finished up and got back home to shower, it was already 5:30 in the evening. Yikes...I'm going to have to start waking up at a reasonable hour on the weekends! Either way, the plan for Saturday was to meet up with Chow, Andy, Mr. T and the Fire Prince to head on over to Century Club for their last Proofpositive promotion. Fire Prince ended up backing out because he had stay and work at the family restaurant, mostly because he's scared of his parents or something. We actually got a really early jump on the evening and ended up at the club way too early; we thought they still had the open bar for the first hour and were disappointed in our Bacchanalian pursuits. Oooh...I'm getting pretentious all of a sudden...so sorry. We actually, just hung out for an hour until people started showing up with included a bunch of other friends. When all was said and done, there were a good 12 of us there.

I'd say more about the club experience, but Chow insists that what happens at Century, stays at Century, so I'll leave it be at this point. I did end up getting drafted to drive home as Chow was destroyed and I'm the only other guy in the car that can drive a stick shift. Actually, that was pretty cool; I haven't driven a stick in a while and he has one of those new Subaru Imprezas which has some nice pick up. Not that I need it; I wasn't trying to get pulled over or anything. We ended up getting some food at yet another Chinese place as they are the only ones that are open at 4 in the morning. I don't think Chinese people actually go to sleep...or take vacations. We went over the events of the night and basically attempted to sober up. I have to say we all had a pretty damn good time.

Sunday morning, or shall I say, Sunday afternoon when I finally rolled out of bed, was not good times. Very, very bad times. I think I was still a little drunk. I spent the day drinking water and researching the web for the type of new camera I want to buy. Speaking of which, I've decided I'll be getting an S70 Canon; it's not much bigger than the one I have and it's about 10 times more powerful not to mention much cooler looking. On a note not related to my life in any way, the Iraqi elections occurred yesterday and it seems to have gone pretty well. 44 people were murdered by the pricks trying to bring back the Baathist government, but other than that, people in Iraq went out and made their voices heard. Hopefully this takes root enough that the media will forget about it like they did in Afghanistan and they can actually get something done. If the media would go back to telling us how incompetent the Chimp Bushitler is, maybe the Iraqi people can change the face of the Middle East. I wish them luck.