l'anniversaire

So it was my birthday yesterday. How old did I turn, you ask? If you don't know me, you'll have to figure that one out. Just know that I'm "getting there." It's been a fun, not-too-crazy experience (I take that back; Saturday night was some crazy sh!+). A couple of friends from New Jersey and SoCal flew in to relive our Bostonian collegiate memories while helping me get completely wasted. It was cool seeing my friends from back east hanging out with the friends that I've made here in NorCal; almost like two worlds colliding. Dinner was at Thirsty Bear in downtown SF, and after some tasty tapas and a few beers, we headed to DNA lounge for the Google/Orkut Party. All in all, Saturday night was a good time. I know this because everyone told me so, not because I remember any of it post dinner.


Happy people.


Jeff, me, Trish, Laura


Can I blow it out now? How about now? Is now a good time?


It looks like Jeff really wanted some of that frothy milkshake thing.


Susan, Trish, me, my boy Pourya, and Young.


Why this picture has a bronze tint, I have no idea; Young, me, Susan

For those of you asking, "where are the other pictures?" There are no "other" pictures (besides than the ones I deleted). So you can stop asking.

And finally, I would like to pay a tribute to my long-lost beta fish, Alpha by introducing my new beta, "Iri-des" (like iridescent. get it? nevermind...). One of my coworkers actually read my blog and after reading Alpha's sad story, she brought me a new beta. K.Lew, you rule.




Iri-des, just being iridescent.

Let me make this the longest post ever by sharing a story about the present my mother sent me. So a few months back when I was at home for Christmas, she told me that she wanted to get me a small sachel (translation: man-purse) that I could carry my belongings in, and that all the hip, young, trendy men in Korea had them. I then gingerly explained to my mother that we reside not in Korea, but in the good 'ole US of A, where (straight) men don't carry such forms of luggage. My explanation apparently fell on deaf ears. I received a package from my mother on Monday containing exactly that; a satchel... a man-purse. You be the judge:





Mom, I love you, but this thing is definitely going back to the unisex section of the Tumi store from which it came.