pictures

Here's a view from Mr. W_'s apartment... zoomed in a bit. And I can't figure out how to post more than one picture into an entry. So, here's a link to an album of my trip to SF: SFalbum

Immigrant America

"After living in this country for 35 years, I have figured out something about the English language. It, as you all would put it... sucks," says my Papa. "Why would hot mean the same thing as cool? And how can bad be good? It's stupid."

Muppet musing

"Here's some simple advice: Always be yourself. Never take yourself too seriously. And beware of advice from experts, pigs, and members of Parliament."
~ Kermit the Frog

I heart SF

I want to move. For the first time in memory, I have visited California. In strong opposition to my East coast upbringing, I have fallen in heart with San Francisco... in only a day. I almost hesitate to say I want to move there, but then again falling in love only takes a moment and you cannot deny the call (besides I can always move back).

Arrived on Friday night, 1130pm there time. If you do the math, you'll know I was exhausted. (I went straight to the airport from work, getting there way later than I had planned, but luckily found the flight one hour delayed, which left just enough time to catch the second leg of the flight in Minneapolis.) Mr. N_ and I got to my gay boyfriend Mr. W_'s apartment just after midnight to find him sitting around with Mr. K_ (my gay husband) and Ms. J_, as though it hasn't been about 5 years since we've all hung out together. Hugs all around in greeting, with familiarity and comfort in major abundance. We all stayed up until about 6am, talking and watching tv.

We basically only had one day together and despite all the changes in our individual lives, our relationships were all the same, though obviously evolved to adapt to this whole growing-up thing. We still squabbled like siblings, hugged, held hands, shared drinks, split food, etc. We talked of politics and philosophy; television, music and movies; blooming relationships and careers.

More specifically, our one full day went like this:
830 am I woke up and finished Confessions of an Ugly Step-Sister.
1200 pm Everyone is finally awake and showered. We went to brunch at The Crepe House. Omelette = badness... stupid healthy West coast and their grossness egg beaters. Strawberry nutella crepe = mmmmmmm.
2/3 pm Love Parade which coincided with the anti-war protests. Hippies and candy ravers, with costumes ranging from a giant, pink, fuzzy vagina costume to army boots and nothing else. It was definitely an experience. Great music.
sunset (lost track of real time) North Beach and the Cliff House. Breathtaking.
dinner @ Sushi Rock. I can't believe they play house music at restaurants.
after-dinner Cinch Saloon, a smaller, gayer, chiller version of DC's own Lucky Bar, where I may or may not have been mistaken for a drag queen.
after-party @ Club 6. Lots of fun, very chill.
3 am Left club with Ms. J_ driving. Got pulled over by nice cop who didn't give her a ticket. We skipped nite-site seeing and sent straight to the apt, where we showered in turn, packed, watched tv, talked, looked at the pics from the day, and said our goodbyes.
5 am Cab arrived to end the weekend.
6 pm Back in gloomy DC =o( but I was happy to be home and to see my boyfriend.

I knew I missed them all, but I didn't realize just how much. There's just a special bond shared between college friends. When else in life will you spend time with the same people whether you're eating, studying, drinking, partying, watching tv, or even just sleeping? We shared living spaces and we shared lives. We know each other in every situation (mostly), whether we like it or not... and we still love each other, which makes us love each other more. Evidence - this perfect weekend.

The Revenge of the Bad Idea Bears

Stacy and the Bad Idea Bears: Yay!!! We're going to San Francisco this weekend!!

Stacy: It's only for the weekend though. So, we can't misbehave too badly.

Bad Idea Bears: But we'll be with Nori, Will, and Ken! It's a college reunion!!

Stacy: I know, I know. And we'll have so much fun. But not naughty fun!!

BIB (pouting): Oh man, you have sucked since your dumbass boyfriend moved down here. You never go out and have fun anymore! We're taking over this weekend...

and that was the last we all heard from Stacy... until she got back on Sunday, horribly cracked out and hungover .

Mom University

The feminist movement was about the right to choose. This NY Times Article discusses how young women today at some of the best colleges in the nation plan on eventually choosing family over career.

This isn't exactly news, as it's been the way since we were all sitting in caves watching the pictures on the walls instead of the pictures on the plasma screens. I think the bigger problem with this issue is that the choice of not working is thought of by many -- men and women alike -- as the lesser choice. Money is so highly celebrated that a woman that stays home, raises the children, cooks, cleans, etc. are considered inferior to a breadwinning husband.

The fact is making babies is hard and making those babies grow up into good people is even harder. To choose to stay home and take on this huge responsibility should be a more highly respected undertaking. It's just too bad that our society can rarely appreciate what cannot be quantified in dollars or stock options.

*Sidenote to Sarah Currie, a senior at Harvard, who said regarding men's approval of women's plans to stay home, "One of the guys was like, 'I think that's sexy.'" What? Do not go out with that guy! That kind of comment ranks him right up there with Asian fetish weirdos.

TV Rap

That's going to be the title of my column when I write for TV Guide, btw (it's a little bit more clever if you know my real name).

8pm Bones
Missed the premiere last week and was distracted by real life occassionally during last night's episode, but based on what I got, I'd give it a solid 2.5 stars (out of 5). I happen to not watch the tons of current shows that are exactly like this; so I wasn't bothered by redundancy (though obviously, I am aware it exists).
The characters are good enough... despite being obvious. The titular leading lady, Dr. Temperance "Bones" Brennan, is the nerdy yet sexy forensic anthropologist that sci-fi geeks everywhere have been longing for since being deprived of a weekly dose of Scully. I think her character can be summed up in this quote from last night: "My most meaningful relationships are with dead people."
The supporting cast is amusing and loveable... again despite being obvious.
I'm not overly excited about the show, but seeing David Boreanaz with his shirt off did tip the scales.

9pm My Name Is Earl
Definitely funny. Personally, it was more of a "people aren't really like that, are they?" funny rather than a "i tell you what, that there show is so damned close to being my life they might as well go ahead and call it My Name Is Larry The Cable Guy and just git-r-done" sort of funny.
Bonus points for starring Jason Lee, the Enforcer from Boy Meets World (Ethan Suplee, who also starred in Mallrats with Lee), and Jaime Pressly. Additional bonus points for introducing me to the game beer-tag and proposing that Carson Daly invented Karma.
Also, I just love a good lesson learned at the end of the day; last night's was that with a little beer and bringing it old school with "It Takes Two," even "a gay" and a trailer trash bully can put their differences aside and dance the night away. I'd give it 4 out of 5 stars.

930pm The Office
Eh.

10pm Law & Order: Special Victims Unit
It's back with a solid and standard return. And that's all I have to say about that.

I taped Supernatural and look forward to it. So, don't tell me about it!

Yay, for Ask Auseillo and his spoiler news on Alias. If you happen to be an Alias fan, you most likely know of the rumor that Michael Vartan (my future abductee... i mean husband) will be leaving the show... and the additional rumor that Jennifer Garner requested he be removed, what with her past relationship with him and her current relationship with Ben Affleck and their unborn child. Auseillo has been completely silenced on the topic until this week's column, where he quoted Alias producer JJ Abrams implying lots of stuff, especially that Vartan will not be leaving and to expect the unexpected. Go ahead and read it, but approach it like you would the Sphinx.

Here's what I think will happen: Vaughn (Vartan's character) will, in fact, be "killed" early in the season, if not in the first episode. The spoilers about this have been too consistent and detailed to not be true, I think. Sydney (played by Garner) will think he's dead and surprise! she's pregnant with his baby. So, the season will be her quest to find out more about him. In doing so, we'll end up getting flashes of the past, seeing his true identity and what he's really been up to; thus, having Vartan included in many episodes still. Eventually, Sydney, along with her faithful viewers, will discover... He's Not Really Dead! Dun dun dunnnnnn. And it'll all tie up nicely in the end. I think this would make a great season. Also, Vaughn's true identity will have something to do with him actually working for Sloane all along. I want to know how he's related to this father we've heard so much about if his name's not really Michael Vaughn. Anyway, that's my guess for the season... and you all heard it hear first.

it's not easy being yellow

"Where are you from?" asked co-worker A_.
I said, "New Jersey."

I know that's not what she meant, but that's what she asked.

Because I'm not outwardly as rude as I am internally, I explained, "... but my parents are from the Philippines."

She went on to explain that I look kind of Asian, but kind of Hispanic too. That makes sense... given that the Philippines were basically colonized by both Spain and Japan (and let's not forget the good ol' USA). Thanks for bringing up a history of religious conversion, murder, rape, and torture. It's nice that my physical appearance can represent all that.

Not that I was actually offended by this; I'm certainly not a PC person or bursting with pride over my ethnicity (not that I'm ashamed or anything... I just don't tend to "burst" over much... at least not much non-fiction).

In fact, I would like to propose that The Daily Show add an Asian correspondent to their cast. I would be more than happy to fulfill this role, just in case Jon Stewart happens upon this blog. It'd be perfect! Not only am I Asian, I live in DC. They wouldn't have to use a fake back drop when I report from the White House lawn! And since my name isn't very "Asian," I'd even be willing to work under the pseudonym Trisha Takanawa or something else not derived from Family Guy.

Jonny, hit me up soon... we'll discuss the details. This is Trisha Takanawa, signing off.

WDJS?

Very unlike WWJD, this title stands for "What Did Jesus Say?" and refers to the unbelievable things my friend Jesus (Escobar) Campos Hernandez has said.

This weekend, Katy and I were talking about Kurt Vonnegut's awesome (yeah, I said awesome) appearance on The Daily Show. Jesus interjected, "Oh my Gawd, I haaaaate Kurt Vonnegut. He's the worst writer."

Mine and Katy's jaws dropped, stunned silence. I can only assume he continued in order to fill the gap in conversation, "I mean, he's worse than Candace Bushnell."

WtfDJS?!?

weekend update

This weekend kind of sucked and I am still sad today because of it. But besides the sadness...

Friday
After work, went to ProEuro and go my eyebrows waxed. I like being a familiar customer at a salon. It's so stereotypically female. Or just stereotypical for a salon. The point is though, I like familiarity. I guess I just like to belong somewhere.

Waxed and in my better mood, I proceeded down the block to the Frog, where I met up with some friends and my boyfriend. I wasn't really drinking; so, as the night progressed and everyone else got exceedingly drunker than me, I just wanted to go home. But I promised to go back to my friend's place to hang out and seeing as I have been ditching them by staying home every weekend, I figured I had to go this time.

It was good to hang out with everyone for a bit. And I was glad to realize that I can hang out with all of them even though I wasn't drinking. Still, I just wanted to go home. I managed to do so once everyone decided to go to another bar. Guess I really am a homebody.

Saturday
Stayed home all day with Hodas and tried to help nurse him through his hangover. Eventually, he went back to the bar, but this time to tend it instead of drink it. I switched between reading, watching tv, eating, and snoozing. Pretty much my perfect night. But I felt bad for not hanging out with my friends again (different friends from Friday night).

Sunday
Feeling bad for not going out on Saturday, I went to Rhino Bar with Hodas and Andy to watch the Eagles game. We also went to Clyde's after for a late lunch/early dinner. Jesus and Katy met up with us. That was fun. Plus, I got a new dress at Anthropologie. I love buying pretty clothes =o) Then, I went home and watched the Simpsons and Family Guy (and War At Home... but not really; really I just didn't change the channel).

So, that was my weekend minus the stuff that made me cry. It seems to have been pretty fun... now that it's been edited.

the true me

The True You

You want your girlfriend or boyfriend to be together with you always, no matter when or where.

With respect to money, you spend as little as possible.

You think good luck doesn't exist - reality is built on practicalities.

The hidden side of your personality tends to be satisfied to care for things with a minimal amount of effort.

You are tend to think about others' feelings a lot, perhaps because you are so eager to be liked.

When it comes to finding a romantic partner, you don't have any particular type in mind, but you are inclined to look for someone who will say yes when you ask him / her out.

Who's the True You?

I'm glad that the true me can be determined in 6 or so questions. Also, my father and boyfriend will attest to the fact that with respect to money, I spend as much as possible.

What a Smurfy name!

Smurf Name Generator

My name is As-Seen-on-TV Smurf.

fall

Ah yes, fall is humming through the air: gusts of yellow and orange blowing through treetops, children bagging books on intelligent design, and apples apples everywhere! But let's cut through the stereotypes and get down to the real meaning of the autumnal equinox... a new season of television!

The first new show I watched for the season was Reunion. While I'm pretty sure I will watch this show religiously for the rest of its life, I'm not sure I can attest to its actually being "good." The premise of the show is pretty interesting: in the present day, one of six friends has been murdered and each episode focuses on a different year of their friendships in attempting to discover the murderer. The first episode visited the year 1986, when the clique graduated from high school. I love the 80s as much as any avid VH1 fan, but I was still a bit annoyed/amused that this was basically St. Elmo's Fire packed into an hour (with commercial breaks). And let me tell you, these kids are no brat pack. Also, the forced drama is really humorous, like constantly referring to the murdered party as "the deceased" so as to not reveal his/her identity. All in all though, the show did the job of entertaining and I will happily watch the mystery unfold for the rest of the year.

Last night, I watched Supernatural. Now, THIS is much more up my usually unusual alley. First, I love that they tell you to watch in the dark. The things they do with light to induce fear is brilliant. And the fear was certainly induced (given that I'm deathly afraid of birds and sat in the corner of my room, facing out, for about 24 hours straight after watching The Blair Witch Project though, I may not be the most reliable in gauging scariness levels). Throw in at least one hottie, some in-depth coverage of urban legends, a storyline including a chase/hunt and an implication of fate, and cool special effects with death and/or the dead, and you've got yourself the recipe for being one of my favoritest shows EVER!

Another new show: War At Home. Fox is really stretching for some more offensive material, eh? I'll watch it, but only because I'm too lazy to change the channel between The Simpsons (which boasted a lackluster premiere, but who can blame them for losing a little steam after 5,000 episodes) and Family Guy (holy hell, I wasn't sure if they could make me laugh harder than usual, but damn you Seth McFarlane & company, you had to have Stewie play marco polo with Helen Keller).

I also watched the OC for the first time last week. One can only resist the hype for so long before falling into the luxurious pool of a guilty pleasure.

Other new shows I'm ready for: Bones (I missed the premiere last night), Head Cases, Kitchen Confidential, Invasion, and Everybody Hates Chris.

Other shows I look forward to having my own reunion with: Alias (!!!), Grey's Anatomy, Scrubs, Arrested Development, Desperate Housewives, Charmed, Smallville, and I'm sure there are many many more.

Hoorah for new tv!

forgetting

I have been pretty down lately, as I had indicated in previous blogs. I'm gonna go ahead and blame sobriety. Without the joyous side effects that come with night after night of heavy drinking, how else am I supposed to forget the instances of life that constantly torment me?

I'm kidding (kind of). I'm really not an alcoholic (I don't think). What my real problem is, I think, is that I overthink everything. Thus, I have made every moment of my life highly dramatized in my memory. The sobriety has allowed me more time to reminisce while sitting alone in my dark and bare-walled apartment. Which has also allowed me more time to further dramatize such memories. As I present these memories to you, O great cyber-audience, please keep in mind that this is just a dramatization.

Memory #1
As today is September 12, how could I not make the first memoir be about September 11?

In remembering that infamous day, everyone talks about where they were when it happened or when they first found out. (I imagine people wearing T-shirts that say, "9/11 Where were you?" or quirky discussions on VH1's I Love the 21st Century.) I had spent the night at a friend's place and went home to get ready for an 11am class. I must have walked into my apartment at 9:00am. My roommate, Lindsay, was sitting in front of the tv and said, "I think a plane just flew into the World Trade Center."
Pretty sure that my beloved roommate was mistaken and confused (as she often seems to be... love you Linds!), I said, "Are you watching a movie?"
"No, seriously," she said, offended at my blatant disregard for her reliability as a news source. "It's all over the..."
Just then, we both watched as a second plane flew into the second tower. That's the easy part to remember.

A close family friend, Maria Teresa Santillian aka Marites, worked in Tower 1. Her cousin, Judy Fernandez, worked in the same building. I've known them both for as long as I can remember. They were a part of my family years before I was.
When I was 7, Marites was the first person to sleep over in our new house. I followed her and Cheryl around, copying everything they did and annoying them to no end I'm sure. I begged them to braid my hair because I didn't (and still don't) know how to make a French braid. Cheryl got mad at me because I was hogging Marites. We both loved her and didn't want to share. Alas, Cheryl won out (being that her and Marites were the same age) and I was stuck being the little sister for life. I didn't know that life would be so short.

Marites was as nice as she was beautiful. She didn't deserve to die. She went to work on time one day and ended up being a martyr for the American way. I still do not understand what happened and I expect I will never understand why. I am tired of the politics that surround her death: from the pissed-off liberals saying America in all its arrogance deserved/asked for an attack to the pissed-off conservatives rallying behind an arguably retarded president into an unrelated war against an enemy that shares the same skin color as Osama Bin Laden.

On September 11, 2001, my family friends died a very unfortunate death and try as I might, I am having a lot of trouble forgetting.

my keys

The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free. In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored. You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring. You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic. Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets. Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment. You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred. In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.

What Are The Keys To Your Heart?

world's shortest personality test

Your Personality Profile

You are pure, moral, and adaptable. You tend to blend into your surroundings. Shy on the outside, you're outspoken to your friends. You believe that you live a virtuous life... And you tend to judge others with a harsh eye. As a result, people tend to crave your approval.

The World's Shortest Personality Test

i'm a princess

You scored as Anastasia. At some points in time you feel as if you are very lost and don't know where you belong. However, you later discover that you are very important. You'd give up whatever it takes in order to be with the one that you love. Anastasia 95% Aurora 85% Mulan 80% Jasmine 75% Ariel 70% Belle 60% Pocahontas 60% Cinderella 30% What Disney Leading Lady Are You? created with QuizFarm.com

I am Peter, hear me roar!

You scored as Peter Griffin. You are Peter Griffin. The Dad and main character of Family Guy. Cool character but not the smartest,goodlooking,etc.. Peter Griffin 100% Stewie Griffin 88% Lois Griffin 75% Chris Griffin 63% Meg Griffin 50% Brian Griffin 38% Joe 25% Cleveland 0% Quagmire 0% Find out what Family Guy character you are. (pics included) created with QuizFarm.com

even more me... in list form

By the way, I definitely first typed the title out as: "even more me... in lost form." What do you say about that, Dr. Freud? ... and on with the meme

RANDOM
28. Romantic memory: This should include my current boyfriend, right? Hmmm. He does this all the time now, but the first time was cutest just because it was the first time: I said, "Thanks for blahbittyblah," and he responded, "Thanks for being my girlfriend." Not exactly Danielle Steele sort of stuff... but who wants that anyway?
31. Person You Dislike Most: Oh damn you Hillary Duff!
32. Best Thing That Has Happened: ever? I'm gonna go with the invention of the cotton gin... because that is what Mr. Parlin told me when I was 15. And I believed everything I heard from a teacher until I turned 22.
33. On your desk: My plumpkin, the bouquet of flowers from Hodas, a picture of Ella and Gregory, a tiny zen garden, a bag of cheetos and office stuff.
34. Pictures on your desktop: Ella sitting in her car seat and pointing at me (behind the camera)
35. Color: Just name a random color? puce
36. Movie: The last movie I saw was 40-year old virgin... twice.
37. Artist: Van Gogh i guess
38. Cars: I don't have a car.
39. Ice Cream: yes please
40. Season: Spring... gotta love jacket weather
41. Breakfast Food: Egg & cheese sandwich on a plain bagel... all the time.

WHO
42. Makes you laugh the most: Of all time, Ate Cheryl. She's funny. Though there is one dumb joke that Jay Jones told me in high school English that made me laugh harder than ever... and it still makes me laugh. Oh Jay Jones... you and your baby pigmies.
43. Makes you smile: Hodas =o)
44. Can make you feel better no matter what: Hodas =oD
45. Has a crush on you: seriously this time, who doesn't? so stop asking me
47. Who Has it easier, girls or guys? you stupid boys with your menstrual- and pregnancy-free lives.
48. Gives you A Funny Feeling When You See Them: Big Bird... I just know he's gonna snap one day, what with all the letters and numbers and children to deal with. I mean Snuffleupagus is no help around the block, always snorting the cocaine. Bert and Ernie always squabbling over who'll be the big spoon. And when the day comes, I know he's just gonna stab me to death with his blunt beak. "I can't fly you know! I had to take the bus here." I'll be ready for you, Big Bird. Mark my words.

HAVE YOU EVER
49. Sat by the phone waiting for a phone call all night: No, I'm too easily distracted.
50. Saved AIM conversations: Yes. One is printed and stored in a lockbox, awaiting the perfect day to be used against a certain someone... (it might be you... so don't fuck with me)
51. Saved E-mails: durr of course
52. Forward secret E-mails: hahaha and it was hilarious... only one person got hurt
53. Wish you were someone else: only when i'm alive
54. Wish you were a member of the opposite sex: this one time, i really had to pee and we were in the middle of nowhere...
55. Wear perfume/cologne: yup
56. Cuddle: "Have you ever cuddle?" This list has terrible grammar. Anyway, I cuddle with whoever gives me the chance.
(hey wheres 57?)
58. Go online for longer than eight hours at a time: excuse me? i have a life.
59. Fallen for your best friend?: i guess
61. Kissed two people in the same day?: It wasn't the proudest day of my life.
62. Had sex with two different people on the same day? Gross.
63. Been rejected: Oh, he'll pay. He will pay.
64. Been in love?: I am right now.
65. Been in lust?: I guess... what does that mean?
66. Used someone?: Who hasn't?
67. Been used?: Who hasn't?
68. Cheated on someone?: I kissed someone else while I had a boyfriend once. But we broke up soon after. And it wasn't a very long (or sober) kiss. And I felt really bad. STOP JUDGING ME!!!
69. Been cheated on?: Probably, bastard men and their stupid infidelity.
70. Been kissed?: After all of those questions, now this one is asked? That's like running to second from third.
71. Done something you regret?: Again, who hasn't? But we must all move on.

LAST PERSON
72. You touched?: The guy at the cash register at the deli downstairs (i got a bagel) when he gave me my change.
73. You talked to?: Dan, my boss.
74. You hugged?: Hodas.
75. You instant messaged?: Lindsay.
77. You yelled at?: Look, this is just the volume of my voice. I AM NOT YELLING!!
78. You thought about?: My sister, Michelle. I thought she would find my answer to the previous question amusing.
79. Who text messaged you?: Ched Nunez, wishing me a "Happy Burfday"
80. Who broke your heart?: TBD
81. Who told you they loved you?: Everyone loves me.

DO YOU...
82. Color your hair?: Not anymore.
83. Have tattoos?: No, too permanent.
84. Have piercings? Just the ears.
85. Have a loved one?: Many ones... haha oxymorons crack me up.
86. Own a webcam?: nope
87. Own a thong?: Excuse me? That's a little personal.
88. Ever get off the dang computer?: yea after i fuckin finish this long as survey
89. Sprechen Sie Deutsch?: Ja spreche ich ein kleines Deutsch. Not really though.
(where's 90?)
91. Quack? It happens spontaneously. Like turrets.

HAVE YOU / DO YOU / ARE YOU...
92. Stolen anything? Never. In fact, once I accidentally walked out of Claire's Boutique with a mood ring in my hand and I went back to return it. Actually, I guess I'm "stealing" cable.
93. Smoke?: Yup.
94. Schizophrenic?: Give me time...
95. Obsessive?: Maybe just a little.
96. Compulsive?: I will not dignify that with a response.
97. Obsessive compulsive? Over some things (don't touch my DVDs).
98. Panic?: OMG WHY ARE YOU ASKING ME SO MANY QUESTIONS??!?!? I CAN'T ANSWER ALL THESE QUESTIONS!!! oh.

aftermath

Oh you thought that this post might be about Hurricane Katrina based on the title, but no, I'm gonna go the completely self-absorbed route and just talk about how my birthday went yesterday.

It went very well. Hodas sent me a bouquet of flowers at the office, and brought me a dozen roses at my apartment.... so I could have flowers at the only two places I ever go to. He also took me to lunch at this great restaurant/gallery downstairs in my office building. It's called Palette. They have amazing food and gorgeous artwork on display. For dinner, I went to Ruth Chris Steakhouse with my friends, Lindsay and Katy. Afterwards, Katy and I went to the Frog to see Hodas. Then, I went home.

I had forgotten my cell phone at home. So, I had a bunch of missed calls and messages. I also got a bunch of E-mails, E-greetings, text messages, facebook messages, and friendster messages wishing me a happy birthday. It was all really sweet. Isn't technology wonderful?

It was a very happy birthday and tomorrow I will continue to celebrate by going to Six Flags with Hodas, Charles, and Val and then dinner at 1789 with Hodas, probably followed by a late night viewing of Wedding Crashers.

I'm so happy =oD