the daily dub

Oh holy hell. I’ve never had so much fun in the South Bay on a weekend!

I started the day hungover, and without glasses. After procuring a replacement set of shades, I set out for Nelson’s place with the goal of making brunch (chilequilas, to be exact).

Everyone was pretty much already trashed when I got there. Someone was making eggs benedict, so I shared the kitchen and tried not to get in her way.

By about 12:30pm, I had a mimosa in hand, and chilequilas were being served. Not too long after that, Son arrived and made Bloody Maries, of which I had two.

About 30 minutes later, car bombs - two again.

Nelson brought out the tequila - one there.
He also brought out 140 proof bourbon - one there.

Needless to say, I was **trashed**. I passed out upstairs around 5pm.

1 hour later, my friends walked in, tossed me out of bed, and demanded we go bar hopping in downtown Sunnyvale.

I think I got most of the day’s hangover out of the way then.

We eventually ended up a vietnamese restaurant where Son ordered us a bunch of damn good eats.

The night ended with various people drinking champagne straight from the bottle, listening to music, and watching various funny movie clips until about 12:30am. I slept like a baby, and had no hangover Sunday at all - not sure how I pulled that one off.

Here are the night’s photos:

St. Patty’s Day Brunch 07

[EDIT: I had forgot to check “high quality scaling” (why there is even an option to NOT use high quality, I don’t know…) when I made these galleries, so everything looked like shit. That has since been rectified. Take another spin through the photos if you were worried.]

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fucking rocked. that is all.

Who’d have thought a Sunnyvale Pub Crawl could kick so much ass??

photos to come.

someone today accused me of being wistful. admittedly, i had to go look the word up - although i knew the general gist of it, i wanted to be really sure of its standard meaning before i answered.

wistful - adj. “having or showing a feeling of regretful longing.”

Except for the “regretful” word, it’s probably true - i am wistful.

what am I longing for, you might ask?

i think it could be summed up in a hug - but one that repeats every day from someone I love - whether it’s family, a companion, or a close friend.

or maybe someone to talk to…

or maybe even a nap buddy…

I guess I just need that human contact. Call me sentimental (and I’ll call you an asshole), but hey. That’s just who I am.

“all the umbrellas in London couldn’t hide my love for you.”
- Stars