The Catch Up

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Ugh. I really need to stop procrastinating on making blog posts. Lots of stuff has happened since my last update, and now I wish I posted each time those events were happening while it was all fresh in my head. Oh well, the only pictures and videos I have are of my San Francisco trip, that’s good enough I guess. Anyways, here’s what happened to me so far.

In August, I was in Jerry’s wedding. Everything went perfect… Well, everything except for ONE thing. I’m being really “biased” on this because it had to do with me. You see I was given the task of the “Best Man Speech” without being the Best Man. About 2 weeks before the wedding I would jot down different ideas and whatnot. Fast forward to the actual wedding, I had a bunch of scribbled up notes, and in the heat of the moment I said “Fuck it” and winged the whole thing. If you asked me how it went, the replay in my head has me standing for 10 minutes saying “Uhhhh”. I’m probably hella judging it really harshly, I bet it’s really not ALL that bad… You know what? Scratch that, my speech hella sucked. If you’re ever in that position please prepare WAY ahead of time. Well at least I can say the speech I gave qualified as an item on my Bucket List. I’ll go ahead and cross off “Address a speech to at least a hundred people”. It didn’t have to be a good speech, just A speech haha. (There is a video of my speech, and NO, I’m not going to post it.)

In late October my employment status changed from Temp to being hired on full-time. One thing that I really love about the place is the co-workers. I’m surrounded by a bunch of like-minded nerds and it really makes working enjoyable.

In November, I went to the Bay Area. I was supposed to attend a surprise Birthday party for an elderly Aunt but there was a change of plans, and I didn’t get to go but something else did happen. I got to hit up one of my favorite buffets called Hot Pot City, then walked around the 49ers museum at Levi’s Stadium. Then the next day a bunch of family members came over and we had ourselves an early Thanksgiving. On my last day, got a sandwich from Little Luccas, and then hit up Baker beach then made it back to the my cousin’s house in time to watch the Warriors play/WWE Survivor Series. It was a small yet very awesome trip.

That’s not even all the photos I took. All the pictures from my trip are in the gallery and can be viewed here. Before I go I’d like to say Happy New Year to everyone, and that one of my New Year Resolutions is to travel A LOT. Next post I’ll make a list of places I would like to go, and hell, maybe I’ll even go get my damn passport renewed. Anyways guys, be safe, and don’t treat people like shit. Make this New Year a good one, no matter what. Later.

Pajarete

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About 3 weeks ago at work, me and my co-workers got on the topic of drinking raw cow milk. I don’t know how exactly we got on that discussion but it ended with me being invited to a spot by a co-worker where we could consume some raw milk.

A couple of weeks later we were finally able to meet up on an early Sunday morning. We drove to a regular looking house in North Las Vegas. I mean, just from the front you wouldn’t be expecting it to house cows, goats, roosters, and chickens.

I parked my car across the street, and when we opened the wide swinging doors that leads to the backyard, that’s when it felt like I got transported into a 3rd world country. All the paths went from pavement to a soft dirt road. There was even a bull/cow horns stuck atop a wooden post with fresh blood dripping down the side. The air smelled exactly how a farm would smell. I loved every moment of it.

Towards the middle of the backyard there were a lot of shacks. In one of them there was a lady behind a counter, and in front of her were different flavored powders, and a tall bottle of clear hard alcohol. My co-worker gave her $8, and she gave us two cups. I scooped a lot of the chocolate powder, and poured about 3 shots worth in my cup, then it was onto the next shack where the cow was at.

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There was already some people in front of us waiting for their cups to be filled and while watching the guy milk the cow I didn’t expect the milk to come out the udder so strong. I was also surprised that there wasn’t very many flies around. As soon as it was my turn, I handed the guy my cup, he filled it up, handed it back, and there I was looking at a nice warm thick creamy cup of chocolate milk infused with some hard alcohol.

IMG_20150816_082542The first cup and a half was from a cow, the second cup I got goat milk. I really couldn’t tell you the difference between the two milks because both times I added flavored powders to it but I can tell you both were really thicker than the store bought milk in the jugs. The only thing that kind of threw me off in the very beginning was that the milk was warm, I’ve always had cold milk so drinking it warm was kind of different.

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I had 2 1/2 cups total and was hella buzzed before noon. It was hella delicious, and I’d do it again, hopefully some time very soon.

Phoenix Trip Explanation

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At almost every job that I’ve had I experienced burnout. You see in my mind being a “good” employee was taking on as much work as possible, while rarely taking any breaks and time off. What usually ends up happening is I’ll start missing out on important life events. I’ll be skipping out on celebrating many things with family and friends, while also never getting to say my goodbyes at funerals. Eventually, it’ll hit me hard that I’m being overwhelmed, and sooner or later my anxiety/depression kicks in, and now it takes an enormous amount of energy just to get out of bed.

So lately I decided to change some of my ways. The new me was going to take breaks and time off away from work as much as possible. I now don’t care how much of a “lazy” employee it makes me look like, my health and well-being is more important than anything. So with all that being said about 3 months ago I randomly started planning on a trip. I didn’t know what I was going to do, and just so happened to look up SF Giants games. At first I wanted to see if I could catch a game with them playing against the LA Dodgers or the SD Padres but those were all mid-week games. Then I found out on the weekend of July 17th-19th they would play against the Arizona Diamondbacks.

I planned out my trip as leaving early morning, arrive at Phoenix around Noon-ish, go exploring around the city, go check into the hotel, and be at the ballpark probably an hour before the game starts at 5:10pm.

Everything about the plan was pretty solid, and the only thing left for me to do was follow through with it. On the night before the trip I decided to go to bed early and get some extra sleep. What really ended up happening was I was more excited about the trip, and couldn’t sleep. I forgot what time I slept, but when I woke up, it was past 11am, and by the time I got ready and was out the door it was already Noon.

So after the late start, I was finally on the road. The drive there wasn’t too bad, and the only other delay I had was about an hour outside of Phoenix. It was about a 6 car accident caused by extremely bad weather (the accidents was so bad that they had a chopper land on the highway) . The detour probably tacked on about 45 minutes to my trip.

When I finally got to my hotel and was checked in, it was 4:45pm. I just quickly dropped everything off in my room, and left for Chase Field. I didn’t know where there stadium was exactly at, and when I saw it was located Downtown Phoenix, my mood went from “I’ll be a little late” to “I’m going to be hella late”.

Since it was Downtown, I couldn’t find any free parking at all. The only lots available to park costs $20, I didn’t have any cash on hand, and there was no convenience store around. I had to drive like 5 miles outside of town, finally came across an ATM at a 7-11, and drove all the way back to spend $20 bucks just to park, not even having made my way into the stadium yet.

I parked, and walked. It wasn’t too far, but the humidity was high. Making my way up to the stadium I kind of got nervous pulling out my ticket cause it was printed on paper instead of an actual ticket stub. I got in line, the lady scanned it, and I successfully got in.

The time was now around to 6pm. Running late, I didn’t have any time to walk around Chase Field, I immediately tried to find my seat. While I was on my way towards my section, it was a Star Wars night and I kept bumping into a bunch of Stormtroopers, Darth Vaders, and other various characters. I found it hella funny that I saw an advertisement for that themed night on one of the TVs I was passing by and the SF Giants were pictured as the Dark Side.

It was in the 4th inning when I finally reached my seat (between 1st base & away team bullpen) and there was a lady sitting in it. She was with her family, and when I asked her to please move, I saw she was kind of disappointed that I showed up because she now had to “squeeze” in with me. It was all fine because when she moved over, and I sat down, there was still plenty of space between us. I eventually started up small talk with them and found out they live in Arizona but are from Daly City, and Sacramento. We started talking more about the SF Giants seasons, and The Bay Area. Overall they’re pretty cool people.

While I was sitting and watching the game. Looking around I noticed Chase Field is kind of amazing. Really more of the retractable roof it has and how the A/C can blast pretty high and instantly get rid of the humidity. The SF Giants dominated that game, and by the 7th Inning Stretch, I decided to get up and do a small walk around. I went to the snack bar, ordered a small $1.50 hotdog (really worth it), and the $6.50 hotdog (hella NOT worth it) with a small soda on the side. I stood off in an area on the side and was just people/Star Wars character watching, it was nice.

After the game, I went back to the hotel. I was HELLA tired from driving, and being at the ballgame. I fell right asleep, but in the middle of the night I woke up with my ride side hurting pretty bad, it was to the point of where it was causing me to have a shortness of breath. I eventually fell back asleep but still woke up with the same problem. I didn’t have medical insurance at the time so I toughed it out, ate breakfast at some hole-in-the-wall diner, and drove home.

I found out it was a pinched nerve causing that problem. You know how I know? I woke up Monday morning, had a good sneeze (which I thought was going to be painful), but felt the nerve shift into where it was supposed to be and I could all of sudden breathe with no problems. It was disgustingly satisfying.

After that Phoenix trip, I felt like I needed to do more things. So, I’m going to start doing more random adventures. If it seems fun, and is a unique experience, I’ll probably do it.

Another Warehouse, Another Wedding

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I’ve only been at this warehouse job for about 3 months and honestly it feels like I’ve been there for 3 years.

The job is very fast paced, and quite repetitive.

My job starts when the workers pull a tech order for me. I unbox the equipment, configure it, repackage it, and then ship it out. Rinse and repeat.

I finally just got my contractor shirt too AND they special ordered the size for me. I got it 4X Tall. Now I don’t have to wear a shirt that’s hella extra wide on me with barely enough length to tuck in.

I like the job. It’s different but still computer related. Also climbing up the career ladder is tough because everyone at the place stays there for a long time and you can only move up when there is room. I think I’m going to be a contractor for a while.

At the end of the month Jerry is getting married, and I’m going to be in the wedding. I don’t know any of the plans like who is doing the bachelor party, and who is doing the speech (rumor has it, I’m supposed to). Yeah, I better go sit down and talk with that guy sometime this week. Also start budgeting some money aside cause cash will be spent in the upcoming weeks.

This was just a small quick update. I was trying to post earlier in the week but my website got infected with malware and I had to clean out the files myself. I have other stories to post too of stuff I’ve done like taking a trip to Phoenix to watch the Giants play the Diamondbacks… I’ll post again soon.

Hometown Celebrations

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I went to the Bay Area on March 20th with my parents and my cousins for two funerals, a death anniversary, and Wrestlemania. I stayed there for almost 2 weeks and returned home March 31st.

We took two cars, the Green Goblin and the Dodge Durango. My truck ran smooth during the entire trip. I only felt a little nervous climbing the hills of Tehachapi but after that I was pretty damn sure it would make it all the way. The trip took a little bit more than nine hours but just thankful to have made it without any problems.

The first funeral was my Aunty To’oa. My memory of her is when I was a kid, and was living back in the Bay Area, I remember going over my auntie’s house with my mom. They’d be gossiping for hours and the best part was my auntie would be baking a bunch of Samoan goodies. I’d be stuffing my face while they were talking away. Probably nobody else can bake as good as my auntie.

The death anniversary was my Uncle Huber. Last year I was in the funeral, I just didn’t post any updates about it. I remember Uncle Huber being really quiet. He was one of those men who didn’t say much, but when he spoke people listened.

The second funeral was my Uncle Eddie. I have a memory of him, my dad, and me standing in line at a Sizzler. I was a bit chubby and in middle school at that time. He gave me advice about my weight and going to high school. It was basically to start losing weight so when I get to high school I can can get out there and start chasing girls. I remember telling him “Nah, I’ll have a car to chase them with”.

My cousin Josh treated me and his brothers to Wrestlemania 31. It was freakin’ awesome. We missed out on the pre-show matches cause we decided to eat at McDonalds first, and also cause of the long walk from the golf course (designated parking lot) that is across the street from the stadium. I only have one bad thing to say about the experience and it’s about the seat size at Levi’s. I mean holy crap was the seats small, I sat down and my sides were being hella bunched up. The way me and my cousin made it work was that one person had to lean forward while the other leaned back. After the show I bought a hat as a souvenir and now I practically wear it almost everywhere I go (It’s my new favorite hat). Another minor thing to complain about was that I didn’t get to really explore the stadium and get some garlic fries but who cares, I was at freakin’ WRESTLEMANIA!

The drive home wasn’t that bad. I got lost somewhere near Buttonwillow cause the GPS didn’t update in time but instead of backtracking I decided to keep heading in the same direction and let the GPS reroute. I soon passed by some farms, and then nothing. After awhile I started passing by some mansions. I also noticed that the cars all around me were all the luxurious types. I couldn’t figure out why there were so many rich people in the middle of nowhere, and soon enough my question was answered as I passed by a Halliburton oil refinery. I stopped at Baker and ate at Burger King, and soon enough I made it home. Another smooth ride, and now I’m sure I can take my truck anywhere including the moon and back.

The entire trip was a sad, unique, and happy experience all rolled into one. Also, I might go back sometime for the 4th of July. We’ll see.

[Edited 4-22-2015: Added post title. I can’t believe I posted without a title. Didn’t know it was possible.]

 

 

Sunday! Sunday! Sunday!

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First of all, I really don’t like going to strip clubs.

Being in a dark room with a naked girl dancing in front of me isn’t appealing anymore. It’s the sad realization that the girl is only messing with me for my money. I don’t know how some people can keep going back to be lied to like that.

Anyways, I ended up at a Larry Flynt’s Hustler Club with my homeboys Walter and Stephen. They’re usually there on Sundays cause it’s free happy hour drinks/food from 8pm to Midnight. I haven’t seen them for a while now and wanted to get out the house, so I tagged along with them.

The night started off decent. Kept knocking back Crown Apple + 7up, plus plenty of some citrus vodka shots. Homeboys also ate the in-house pizza (Although it was free, I didn’t trust it, plus carbs).

Kept drinking and started getting past the point of no return at some side bar. Then this one stripper “falls” into my lap. We go through the whole introduction process, I say I’m from The Bay and she’s from LA. She notices my SF Giants lanyard, and then she starts talking about the “Los Doyers” (Her words not mine). Now the conversation is back and forth banter bout our baseball rivalry and she seems to know her stuff too. Everything seems cool til we’re interrupted by the DJ calling her to the dance floor, so before she leaves she tells me her stripper name (not going to say it). I watch her go, and my homeboys come over to give me a pep talk bout getting at her (all really bad advice).

Me and my boys ordered more drinks, talked more shit to each other, and then out of nowhere she returns and my homeboys leave. We resumed our baseball talk, and then it moved into stuff we like. We’re taking turns “buying” drinks (tipping the bartender), and then she asks if I want to buy her a dance. I know she’s been working on me for that setup, and yeah I may have been drunk but it still wasn’t enough for me to give in and so I politely declined. She leaves again, and now it’s just me and my homeboys back to drinking.

After awhile, happy hour is over. The drinks we were ordering turned into their full price at $30 per, so we stopped. We’re getting ready to go, so I leave to take a piss, and coming out the bathroom, I see “Los Doyers”, and she’s bout to get on the dance floor. She sees me, grabs my arm, and asks me to watch. She’s going through all the dance motions, and I throw some 1’s at her. Afterwards, she sits on me, and begs for a lap dance. I’m hella drunk, and decided in my head “Meh, what’s another $20”.

She takes me to a back table and starts grinding on me hella hard, and then I stop her. Really, the only thing I wanted from her was to sit, chill, and just stare at her (She’s beautiful, and I’m drunk). She’s on me, and we’re just chilling… THEN out of nowhere she tells me her real name AND all the personal problems that she’s going through, and I mean spilling EVERYTHING to me.

She goes “Why can’t I make money as the other girls, is it because I’m ugly or something”, and then proceeds to point out at the different girls around and tells me how much each one makes a night… Then she’s starts crying and telling me her heroin problem! What the fuck?!?! Her crying goes from misty tears to full on ugly Niagara Falls type tears. It’s such a noticeable display that a random dude came over, and handed her some napkins, while looking at me like “Why you making her cry for?”. I’m just so glad he didn’t step in and try to play hero… I tried to comfort her the best I could but she tells me not to touch her. She then gets off of me and the DJ calls for her again to get on stage, I try to hand her my $20 and she refuses at first. I kept insisting, and eventually takes the money (reluctantly).

She starts dancing on stage, and another stripper joins her. She’s good at hiding the tears, and the her appearance/mood goes back to being like she was never crying but just “flirty” with other customers. After the song, she disappears, and her friend starts talking to me. I ask her friend to text her my number (she does). The friend leaves, my homeboys sit next to me asking if I’m ready to leave and before I say “yes” we get kicked out. It’s not because of me, it’s because one of my homeboys (who shall not be named) rubbed some girl’s cooter on another stage and she didn’t like that so she told security.

Honestly, I wouldn’t know what to do if she called me. Also I’m good off of strip clubs for awhile, even if there’s free alcohol/food. Only good thing I can mention is that I spent less than I did the last time I went to a strip club (see here). I spent $40 at hustler, and $10 at Dennys. Sunday had me feeling all types of weird.