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.
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.
The 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.
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.
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.
On Tuesday I met up with Moli. She takes a photography class and she was given a list of assignments to do for the week. So I tagged alongside her and went to the Reunion Trails Park. She went to complete her photo assignments, I continued testing out my 50mm lens. While walking around I found out that it’s also a small water park which opens in May. There’s also a bunch of decorations that don’t make sense like a cement circle walkway that resembles a crop-circle and in the middle of it all are rusted rods sticking out the ground. I can’t figure it out. Anyways, after staying there for about an hour or so, the park starts filling up with children and that was our cue to leave because people with cameras at a park full of kids are kind of frowned upon. We left to Moli’s house and I snapped some shots of the twins, then I went home and got a pic of my Mom and the backyard.
Last night I went Downtown to the Griffin with Reno. He went for the dranks, and I went to test out my new Canon 50mm f/1.8 lens. Overall, I’m hella happy with the results.
As you can see the pictures are in or around the Griffin. I didn’t walk around Downtown and take pics… I still gotta work on that shyness. I mean it’s fun people watching but it’s very hard trying to capture those moments. Oh and before I go, doesn’t the bassist guy look like Frank Fritz from American Pickers? You decide! I’m out.
The bad news is that when my gallery went down awhile ago, I was editing some stuff and killed off all the pictures. Seriously. The only album I have now is the Rugby 7s. I’ll be uploading everything else later.
Operation: Unless You’ve Got POWER! is a success. I’m upgrading my PC, and one of changes I made was replacing the power supply. It didn’t fit at first so I had to do a little PC case modding. I’m now ready for my memory and video card upgrades next week!
I’m not afraid of heights but sometimes it can get me a little nervous, especially climbing up and down a ladder in a place I’ve never been before. Going up is easy but going down is where I start to take things hella slow. Why? Well first you have to look down to see where the ladder steps are placed, then you have to trust yourself (while guessing and not looking) to get a good footing, and then it’s hoping your legs don’t get tripped up while climbing down.
I had to get to the roof at one of the dealerships because the satellite music went down. Everything at the music box was in order so I had to check the actual satellite. In the back of mind I knew it was the satellite because it had been hella windy the past couple of days.
After being nosy and exploring the rest of the roof, while seeing some cool sights of the neighboring buildings and the mountains/desert landscape, I had to get back to work. First things first, getting off the roof.
After seeing the hatch, I had to look down to see the ladder and everything else below.
The depth doesn’t look too bad but in reality it was hella high. Again I wasn’t scurred, I just took a deep breath, and said to myself “Do it!”, and I did. I fixed the muzak and became the local hero for about 5 minutes, and then something else broke :(.