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What a weekend.
Friday I went to a BBQ and met some of the interns at JPL. They were good people, and I had some fun. I made some guac for it, and was told it was “orgasmic” by one of the girls there. I don’t think most people understand how easy it is to make guacamole. I mena, it’s like 5 or 6 ingredients, no cooking, and making sure you think it’s edible. After that, it’s all about personal preference and how hungry your audience is. The hungrier people are, the more lax they are on criticizing food. Perhaps i’ll only cook for people who are starving.
Side not, I’m watching TV and a commercial came on for State Farm insurance. The girl said “My inbox is out of control” and I felt that she was sub-communicating something dirty.
Back to the weekend, after that BBQ, where apparently there was some drama due to some insensitive comments, I headed to old town and just kind of hung out. Not too much was actually going on, there, but Dan ended up losing his wallet at Neomeze (pronounced Neo-mez), but we’re not sure how. He was hooking up with a girl in the alley (it’s not a dirty alley, don’t worry), but what he did not realize is that a giant crowd had formed due to the brawl that had broken out.
I got to see some judicious use of pepper spray and some pretty sweet officer take downs. I feel I am expert enough to talk about this now. Anyways, that ended and the night faded away, as did I back to my apartment for a good night’s sleep.
The next Day, Dan was hung over like a bastard and I ended up driving us to Hermosa Beach. The beach was great, and It’s interesting to see how many beautiful people actually live in the greater LA area. Volleyball was interesting to say the least, with burnt feat which was terrible, and still is. I’m hoping i’ll be able to play softball tomorrow, but if they feel like this tomorrow there is no damn way.
The rest of Saturday was a 9 hole pub crawl that was a ton of fun. I met a lot of cool people and hope to hang out with them again, because they seem like good people. The end of the night, however, had me and Dan on the short end of the stick. We gave up seats in cabs for other’s, and had to walk home. Interestingly enough, last night was one of the first times my cognitive map had just failed. A direction disaster. Thank god we could ask locals for some help on that one.
We finally got back to the apartment where we then slept in a sauna- seriously about 90 degrees and I woke up sweating. The worst part about sleeping in someone else’s place is that you aren’t really able to strip down because of the heat. I suppose I could, but I’ll leave that to other situations. The drive home with dan was like a fucking coming of age movie ending. One of those we weren’t having great weekends, but everything turned out fine in the end. I hope he found his wallet, but regardless, I think he’ll have the memory of the weekend.
The rest of Sunday was just lazy. Exceptionally lazy, as I simply watched clouds fly across the courtyard by way of my window.