Indian food

holy shit. can you say "yes please, give me more?" i sure as fuck can. Today was my first experience with Indian food and I had the pleasure of dining on it in the Brunch setting. For 12 bucks a pop, you get all you can eat buffet/all you can drink champagne at The India Princess restaurant in Hillcrest. I'm not sure why, but there was only one other table occupied during our entire feeding session. The food was very very good and I plan on going back for other meals throughout the upcoming weeks/months/years. Not much else happened today, but I really just wanted to blog.

Saturday

Yesterday was great. I'm going to skim over the day and then go into details starting at around 9:30pm. Beth and I went to Pacific Beach and walked around a bit. Later, we met up with Mel and Casey for sushi and then went back home for a bit. Beth was volunteering at the art museum for the grand opening of a kimono exhibit until 9, and I hung out at Casey's bar with her and Mel reading People magazine and exchanging the latest on celebrity gossip (one of my strongest conversation subjects) until our friends started arriving.

-approx. 9:30 pm...

Ky winning the double whammy of a stuffed platypus/Superman bling necklace from the claw machine set a definite tone for the rest of the night. It wasn't too long after this that the fooseball table had gained a ceiling and two triangles of half full beer cups. I don't remember who made up each team, but I do remember the first game lasted well over 10,000 years because we observed the standard "10,000 year re-rack" rule. By the end of the second game, 3 permanent markets had seasoned the table with off color pictures and silly comments. By this point in the evening, we were deep in the process of inventing a soon-to-be-classic pub game involving guessing the airline names of the landing planes(the airport is right next to downtown san diego) and conducting a survey of which airline passing trannis prefer to fly.(theres a transsexual bar right down the street). We still haven't hammered all the in's and out's of this game yet, but I will keep you informed on any progress made. Around midnight, Casey closed the bar and we all headed over the the Cherry Bomb.

It was my first time at this bar and I was definitely impressed. For starters, the juke box had options ranging from Cro-mags to FEAR to Social D to Negative Approach. I was also interested to hear from multiple attendees that the bar tenders have a generous hand when it comes to liquor. The atmosphere/clientele reminded me very much of Empire, minus the smoke and plus a few pool tables. Remind me to take you there when you come out to visit, Richmonders.

As 1 am approached, it seemed everyone was getting tired so we made loose brunch plans for the morning and went our different ways.

Speaking of loose brunch plans, it's about time to water the basil plant and nail down those details so i will leave you with this!!!

HALLOWEEN!!!

Last night was awesome. Best Halloween in years. It started off with a good nap and then turned towards a whiskey-ginger and a salad. After watching an episode of Family Guy, we were out the door on the way to the famous San Diego Critical Mass. It was right about now that I realized my rear tire was flat. WTF!? So pissed!!! In a fashionably tipsy rush, I did my best to patch the hole, but gave up after the glue refused to dry quickly. I put my all my eggs in one basket and hopped on my questionably functional BMX bike. The loose chain and lack of brakes really didn’t interfere with my ride as much as you might think! I had my doubts on a couple of the big hills, but everything ran swimmingly. CM here is everything I had hoped it would be, really really fun. I’m really not good at estimating crowds, but I’d say there were a ton of riders and some really great costumes. Over an hour into the ride, we looped back up through North Park and Beth and I decided to call it quits due to full bladders and a huge decrease in ridership sneaking up from the back. Where that train officially derailed, I do not know. So anyways, we take a quick breather and, before we know it, are back on our bicycles and steering towards a house party a few blocks away. We arrive at __________(don’t remember his name but he was dressed up like a sexy referee)’s house, which was really nice, and begin shooting the Halloween shit with some friends. The next thing I know, we’re taking shots and meeting new people like it’s our fucking job. This is great! Later on, we would depart the mothership in small groups and head over to the Radio Room bar for a Ramones, Misfits, Screeching Weasel, Kiss cover show. Leroy and I would have a surprisingly mature conversation about growing up and politics while Beth and his girlfriend and Mel seemed to be having their own party closer to the actual bar. Some how I got more drunk without even having to purchase a drink, and we jammed to the SW band before deciding it was time for some chow. Beth and I headed towards Rudford’s(read: 4th street diner) while the others continued on to another party. I almost wish we had gone, but I was pretty tired and not handling my bike so well. After stuffing our faces at Rudford’s, we made it home(safely) and turned ourselves in for the night. I woke up feeling great other than this entire hamburger sitting restlessly in the depths of my stomach. I’m not sure why it refuses to digest, but I’m more worried about the fact that our internet is not working. I suppose it will be by the time you read this though, so I’ll just try to remember who all said they wanted to get sushi today.

Off My Chest

I wrote a really in-depth and slightly rude post about trying to understand why anyone I know would not vote for Barack Obama on Tuesday, but I decided not to post it because I don't think I could get my point across without being too offensive. I value all of my friend's opinions and respect them for reasons irrelevant of political views, but I really hope for ALL OF OUR BENEFITS that Obama becomes the next president. It's not that I think John would do a terrible job, but on no level would he be as beneficial to ANY OF US as Barack would (unless, of course, you are secretly making >$250,000/year and if this is the case, HOOK ME UP!!!)

I'm just going to say this...

PLEASE reconsider ONE last time if you are planning on voting for the Republican ticket. Think about all of the important topics and look at both candidates future plans as well as prior voting records. Then, look at the VP candidates and consider who would do a better job if it came down to it.


The choice is easy.

I love you all

Hot Showers

Due to an installation error on the renovator's part, Beth and I did not have access to hot water in our showers for the first three and a half weeks of living here. As of yesterday, I am happy to report that we are now cookin!!! Wonderful.

Yesterday I got a new pair of shoes. They are called "Zig Zags"(and have the same font style on the box as the rolling papers) but are commonly known as "whinos". Why, I don't know, but they only cost $15 and in my life that is reason enough to buy them. They have the same blue print as those old leather dress shoes your grandfather wears except the sole is PVC and the entire upper shoe is woven out of large cotton fibers. They're surprisingly comfortable and are definitely one more step towards my new life as a hippie.

We ate Robertos again yesterday and it was absolutely magnificent. I'm really pumped on Halloween tonight

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Today was a good day. I started my morning with a bowl of Smacks(or...the off brand Albertson's version of) and a cup of coffee. then I went for a nice run and came back to Beth slicing up a juicy orange for eating purposes. Graciously, I helped her polish the succulent slices off and went about preparing myself for a bathe. After showering, we decided to trek towards the middle part of our neighborhood to purchase an Obama/Biden window sign from the good people of the North Park Democratic Organization. Next, we made our way over to the "Ground Zero" of our neighborhood's art scene, Ray Street. You probably need to Google it to fully understand what Ray Street has to offer, but we spent most of our time today at a really cool custom shoe gallery. There were too many different styles to offer, but I assure you they were all pieces of art. On the way home we perused the isles of a Far Eastern statue/ornament shop on University Ave. They had a ton of really cool stuff but none we absolutely needed, so we left empty handed.

After a bite to eat(steak salad with more of our London Broil as the meat), we ventured over to Coronado Island for their weekly Farmer's Market. View Beth's blog for the low-down on that trip and dinner though.

We also built a window box today and have begun growing Basil, you can find out more about this on Beth's blog as well.

Tomorrow is my interview at the Temp Agency! I'm also going to give the fine people at Army Knowledge Online a call because they have screwed my password up. Then I need to call the local Army National Guard recruiter and start figuring out where/when I'll start drilling. Oh boy, I think it is going to be a full day...

CAN'T WAIT FOR HALLOWEEN!!!!

I cant believe

that nobody has gotten on my teamblog boat! what a bummer. my door is always open though if you decide you want to be part of my magical online existence just send me your email address and it's game on.

Last night Beth and I missed the Zombie Walk downtown because we were watching documentaries of radical groups like Westboro Baptist Church and the Aryan Nation. Right now I am walking the fence(LOL!! GET IT???) about whether or not to put my milk carton suit aside and go as Fred Phelps on halloween. I think I'm going to stick with the original plan, but i DID make a funny sign that says "Fred Phelps <3's GOD. No Homo" the other side says "God Hates 'merica. (I'm Insane)". After all of this, we decided to investigate some of the local bars that fellow san diegans had suggested we frequent. Among these was Toranado, The Radio Room, and Bar Pink.

Toranado was pretty awesome. It was about the size of Empire, but had a really clean bar/tables, and was decorated in vintage beer signs. They had a big fall full of taps of all different varieties (most of which were $4-$6) and also a large bottled beer collection.

Next, we tried to visit the Radio Room, but there was a $3 cover because some band was playing. The inside looked dark and musty. it was beautiful, but we did not feel the need to pay $6.

We ended up at Bar Pink, which is apparently owned by the former lead singer of Rocket From The Crypt. It was about the size of the Nanci Raygun, but very clean and decorated with hanging glass balls and murals of elephants swimming in different kinds of glasses. There was a pretty good country band playing and the beer was reasonably priced, but we felt an immediate urge to leave when a group of nazi skins showed up. this was our first run in with these kinds of californians and it bummed us out. The doorman was under the impression he had known Beth in a previous life, but we are not quite sure the details surrounding this.

All in all, it wasn't bad for a Sunday night