the weekend

it feels like high school to be sitting on your friends couch waiting for your parents to pick you up on a sunday night. 'cept "sitting on the couch" was the only thing about the weekend that felt like high school. and amidst the hours and hours of lounging around on the couch watching tv, eating take out, and talking about chicks, chomo turns to me and asks "when did you have the most fun in your life?". there's definitely a somber bass note in a question of that nature. an understated grim reaper of fun toll implying "the best days are over...sigh". i replied, 2005. he thought about it and nodded. the star alignment of 2005 rallied all my closest peers for a good stretch of inebriated and unheralded goodness which thanks for xanga has most of it documented with pictures. that energy - was temporarily restored by a conference call with a raccoon earlier this week which in effect induced a weekend reminiscent of 4 years past. it all started with my snowboard finding its way to third floor cafe. and i found myself stuck in a conversation with sisters about salad tossing. dan cho spent the night rapping and drinking hien-ekens. 3 hours later, before stepping out the door i hear "yo, im gonna short citi at 2 bucks. and cover at 50 cents"...who ever would have thunk citi would be at 2 bucks and one to have the gall to short it at 2 bucks. i'm still not over the fact that we have a black president. (fyi, im liberal but i dont vote liberal). so as the banks were getting nationalized on friday (if only...)...i spent the day with esther @ mt creek. we borrowed the californian term "chilling" caught up, for the first time in 5 years. we analyzed the midwest palate (steak, pasta, beer, carbs, chain restaurants), we analyzed the midwest fashion (old navy performance fleece and stone washed jeans), we analyzed the midwest mba personna (do good-ers and good people)....which was completely shot to the ground when chomo showed up for dinner. boarding was awesome, so was my salmon dish @ lucky strike. 3 hours after that, in the peak of winter windchill...a fat tax ensued @ tenjune. then someone went whale hunting. and then that whale sucked in a pair of small hands into her vortex of pain. i mean, really dan? really? please come pick up your phone and your dignity. the vicious cycle continued the following night. we planted a charming seed the night before but on saturday a new seed came to us. it was a night of "are u single?", "tequila", "bedazzled goggles" and "whoa, she's still hot".

my board looks so angry next to your pandas....