I should really keep track of the hikes that I've gone on in LA. There are tons with waterfalls and great views.
The one I went on June 19 had caves to explore. We took this photo in which I photoshopped out the people and the graffiti. Pretty amateur, but it gets the job done.
We were pretty high up, I was scared for my life. I was amused by folks taking naps on the giant rock.
Alysia has a beehive in her bathroom fan so she covered it with plastic and duct taped the edges. I suggested that she turn on the heater, but she didn't want to cook the bees. Silly girl.
Lebanese Kitchen for dinner? Delicious!
I wish facebook had a bookmarking option. I know I ain't the only one who wants to reference someone I'm not friends with. Right?
I love it when I'm featured in websites with an unflattering photo. These pictures are from that roof party that happened on June 16th. Checkout that Vietnamese chemistry on the dance floor. Appropriately we look 3 feet tall. And there's my signature crotch grab. Thanks for publishing this.
Speaking of chemistry. Jimmy came all over the floor when he discovered another gay Indonesian that poetically knew his cousin. Look at that electric gaze. REEE dickulous.
June 19 - Erik's House warming party. I am succesfully collecting all the gay Indonesians in California.
Jimmy and Jae wanted to do a little drinky drank and a little dancey dance on Friday. And after throwing some ideas around we decided to go to MJs. Probably my favorite gay bar in LA. Good drink deals, local with parking everywhere, music is amazing on Friday, you can be yourself and you avoid the greatly intertwined melodramatic gaysian community of LA who frequent we-vomit-ho.
I never bring a camera to MJs because they have a photographer that just walks around. I chased him down and asked for a group photo, but they didn't post it on their site. But they did post this picture on the left where my face is turned away. I guess the point is to entice people to come, not scare them away. Gotcha. I must say my 3 cowlicks look hot.
Before we entered the club we saw a line, "oh there it is!" Jimmy's boyfriend proclaimed since this was his first time, but as we walked closer we were horrified.
There were about four senior citizens waiting in line to get into the club. Not just old people, but people from retirement homes... who were about to die. They had canes, white hair, square sunglasses to protect their cataract eyes from the florescent lights, they were hunched over. But no hearing aids, because the music was loud enough. "DID WE COME ON THE RIGHT NIGHT?!?!" I pulled out my iPhone to confirm. "Whatever, we are already here." Though we couldn't stop laughing. I couldn't believe we were going to be drinking our vodka tonics, surrounded by go-go dancers next to gramps.
In fact, we shared a table with one, and I kid you not, he was adjusting his dentures. Oh man.
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Later in the night this really tall dude approached me. "Are you Chris?" I frantically looked through my mind cabinets- work, high school, neighbor?! Who are you!? I gave him a friendly hi and he explained that he "loves my blog!" and didn't mean to come off creepy.
Creepy? Please, I invented that word. He told me he read the whole thing and joked that I wasn't wearing my giraffe shirt which I responded, "I AM!" He laughed. We made some small talk and I thanked him and walked away. Love love love. So here's my shout out to you! Thanks for finding me somewhat entertaining, but I really recommend johneepixels7 he has better grammar. (And now was have the same shirt!!!)
Vietnamese Corn Drizzle is my staple potluck dish to bring.
In Vietnamese, the drizzle is called "mo hanh" which means scallion oil. Tramie (thanks for the pic) gives a simple recipe, but she forgot one of the main ingredients: FISH SAUCE! Instead of salt, fish sauce is used for that extra kick! I was worried that my non-Vietnamese coworkers would not enjoy the flavors, but I merely masked that ingredient by saying it was "love" that I added in. Womp womp. They loved it! Check it out! One day I'll make it for you.
June 18 - Team mixer. I think what makes work fun is having that non-professional relationship with your coworkers. There has been so much reorganizing that a team BQQ was in order. The my new-ish director hosted an amazing BBQ at her place in Venice Beach. *Gasp* the west side. I must admit, it was a cute neighborhood with a great bike cruising community. I added exploring Abbot Kinney Blvd on my to-do list! Lots of cute shops and restaurants.
I also got to debut my newest giraffe shirt from the threadless sale. Unfortunately there's an apostrophe missing from "Lets Party." Which everyone decided to point out. Freakin A people. It's a giraffe with a beer helmet. Give me a break.
Didn't take pictures for the two events below, so I'm using someone else's pictures.
1. Smoked a Cigarette
2. Slept with anyone older/younger than me by 5 years.
3. Swa... never mind.
