this week on U Street

February 24, 2010

Hi all. My apologies that I didn’t get more pics up from Utah, but you know the deal. Alex’s pics were way better than mine anyway, so the ones I posted yesterday will have to suffice. I was so tired that I was lucky to have uploaded everything to facebook last night. While I was pretty terrified of many of the trails at Snowbird, now I want to go back. I walk and feel like I should be skiing down a slope. Talk about ski overload, in a good way. Not only that, but I went for a jog this morning and felt like I could run ten miles (we did five). Guess my red blood cell count really is higher from the altitude. Interesting. Maybe I’ll head back to Utah right before the race so I can run ten miles no problem on April 11th.

Anyway, point of this post is to brag to everyone that I got a seat to the “super secret” HUSH supper club on Thursday. That’s what I’m talkin’ about! Check out this fabulousness – Indian food (one of my faves), meet random people seated at the “social” table (could it get any better?), its in my neighborhood (U Street), can learn how to cook some of the things (my new hobby), and then just give a donation at the end of the meal ($50 recommended is a bit steep but I’m sure it’s totally worth it). You can read about how it works here. I am pumped and will report on how it is on Friday!



February 23, 2010

Hello again. I’m back from Salt Lake. What a trip. My sister tried to prepare me for the ridiculousness of the mountain that is Snowbird, and she was right. The skiing was intense. Apparently that and Alta (mountain right next to it) are the two most difficult in the US. While I was by no means careening down the mountain like some of the more advanced skiers do, I am happy to say that I made it out alive. Just a bit sore and recovering from the higher altitude, oh and my blood pressure is probably back to normal. I was honestly scared shitless at some points, not going to lie. But the powder (mostly at Alta) made it all well worth it. At work now, but will try to upload some pics when I get home. I did take some good ones!

Hope everyone had an enjoyable weekend, I hear it was warm here in DC which I am most definitely looking forward to. Till next time…

UPDATE: got some pics in the meantime from Alex – these are some keepers…

view of Salt Lake City

top of Snowbird

Mineral Basin, Snowbird

Mineral Basin, Snowbird

heading to Utah!

February 18, 2010

Hey kids, just a quick note to let you know that I am going to take another mini-hiatus from blogging. Just for the long weekend, don’t you worry. I am heading out this afternoon to go visit Dave in Utah.  Dave is my sister’s boyfriend, and she is not coming on this trip (mwahahahahaaa). It’s just me and Alex this time around. I am a tad bit perturbed though because my sisters will be skiing up north this weekend, having some good familial bonding time without me. I guess I can’t complain much though since I will be on one of the best mountains in the country. Booyah

Anyway, I am BEYOND pumped for this trip, because I have never been out west to ski. Utah has not been getting that much snow recently, but low and behold, Dave just informed me that they may get two feet of it tomorrow. I told him a few weeks ago that I would bring the snow with me from DC, and I guess it panned out. Double booyah

So excited I can not even describe. On that note, wish me luck that I do not resort to drinking on the flight out there. I hate flying; scared of heights and also borderline claustrophobic. Ordinarily, I’d have a drink if I start panicking (this happened once on my trip out to Vegas), but I conveniently just gave up drinking for Lent. Yes, that’s 40 days with not even a sip of alcohol folks. Let’s hope I don’t have to resort to booze on the plane today.

If I don’t get anything posted this weekend, see you all on Tuesday!

The Creation of Tier III

December 4, 2009

Great times last night at H1.  For those of you unfamiliar with this hidden Arlington gem, the happy hour specials at Hunan One run daily from 11-8:30.  Decent beers on tap such as Blue Moon are a mere $1 during this time.  So, as you would imagine, we all got a little tipsy.  Plus everyone and their mother made it out, which made it a virtual COOL reunion (I had my Coming Out Of Lent party there last year….yes, this will be an annual ocurrence so stay tuned in the spring for more information).  To make things even better, most of my Asians were out.  Yes, that means Hung and Felipe finally were able to meet.  This meeting has been a long time coming, and I had been talking Hung up a bit to Felipe.  So they finally met, and the rest is history.  Not only that, but Wheels and JK were out as well, which means 4 of the top 6 Asians were present.  Only Liv and Big D were missing.  However, as we are all joking about who is Top Tier and who made second Tier, I realize that I left a few of my Asian girlfriends out of the mix and another guy from my softball team.  How did I miss them?  So, we are now forced to create a third tier.  I’m sorry ladies and gents, but since you are late in the game I’m going to have to place you in Tier 3.  So here is the rundown:

Tier I:  Hung, Felipe, and Big D
Tier II:  Wheels, JK, and Liv
Tier III:  Yu, Carrie, and Mick (please ask for further clarification – just assigned names as they came to me here)

Tier II members can no longer complain about their second tier status.  Besides Hung and Felipe, these tiers are subject to change at any point in time.  So, do what you will to make a higher Tier, I am happy to accept any gifts that come my way. 

This whole Tier thing was the running joke last night, mainly between Felipe and I because we like to carry jokes on as long as humanly possible.  And the fact that Hung and Felipe finally met just made it all the more spectacular, in a Chinese Restaurant no less.  So at one point, Felipe, Wheels, and Carrie (new Tier III addition) were all discussing their backgrounds.  Felipe – Chinese, Wheels – Thai?  (this is why I don’t really consider him a full blown Asian), and Carrie – Korean.  So the conversation goes something like this:

Carrie, to Felipe:  “What are you?”
Felipe:  “Top Tier”

Seriously?  Life doesn’t revolve around the Tiers yet, Felipe, but I like how you are thinking.  Carrie was asking what his background was, i.e. Chinese, Korean, etc.  Classic.  This is clearly something that Felipe and I will joke about for months to come.

Also present at the happy hour was the infamous Alex, who is notoriously known to mix up the Asians.  However, last night, Alex wasn’t the culprit in the Asian mix-up.  Intead, it was Linda (another blonde – coincidence?).  We have a group of girlfriends in which 3 out of 6 of us are Asian (they will have to be added into the Tiers at a later date and time).  One of the three, Yu (Tier III), was present.  Linda sees an Asian girl walk by our table, and loudly asks to everyone “HEY!  Is that Hong????”  I look at the girl and she is Asian, but clearly is not Hong.  We all had a good hearty laugh over that one.  The Asian jokes just keep getting better and better.  Keep it up my friends.  Makes for some great blogging material.


December 2, 2009

Just received a new blog post idea from JK (he’s now my 5th Asian, unless you include my Asian half sister Liv which would make him the 6th).  Really I have the top 3 Asians – Hung, Felipe, and Big D.  Those are my go-to Asians.  JK is kind of a newbie, and I don’t really consider him Asian for some reason even though he is, thus he never really made the Asian cut.  Also we have another friend of ours, Wheels we’ll call him, but I also don’t really consider him Asian either.  So they are my second-tier Asians.  I’m sorry guys, but it’s true.  But at least you made the second cut.  So the other night, our good girlfriend Alex is out in ATown (Arlington) watching Monday Night Football.  I, as you may recall, worked late so couldn’t make it.  Plus was I really going to treck out to ATown on a Monday night?  No.  So Alex texts me “your Asian is here!”  So automatically, I ask “you mean Big D, Felipe?” (one of the top 3).  Then I remembered that JK is Asian.  Sure enough, she responds via text “no…Quack.”  JK’s last name is not Quack, it’s Kwak.  Okay if that isn’t funny I don’t know what is.  It does sound a bit like Quack, so why not automatically assume an Asian’s last name is “Quack?”  As you may recall, Alex is notorious for mixing up our Asians, so it was ultra hilarious that she mispelled his last name.  She constantly confuses Big D and Felipe.  Not sure why Hung is left out of this mix-up, but I think she’s got him down pretty well.  Hung must have a distinct Asian look.  She also thought every Asian who walked in the door that night was Wheels, but that’s another story.

So not sure how I got on the Asian sidetrack.  The topic of this post is actually cheating.  Asians – cheating, goes hand in hand.  Just kidding.  So I was out the other night over Thanksgiving break and met up with some old college peeps.  Really it was my ex boyfriend (we’ll call him Mase as his nickname) who I hadn’t seen in over 8 years, and his friends.  Me and 5 guys, the usual.  We all used to hang out back in the day and I’m still friends with Aladin, who is Mase’s best friend.  Aladin, during this time, relays to me that he believes that 99% of all men cheat.  Seriously?!  99%??  That seems a bit steep don’t you think?  He goes on and on and into detail about how this might happen.  He’s only talking about married men, mind you.  That makes it even better.  I would venture to say that the percentage is closer to 80%.  What do you guys think?  I would hope it would be lower than that, but something about the male species doesn’t leave me with much faith.

(Can I just add a little sidebar about how Mase, who I hadn’t seen in 8 years, went in for the kiss at the end of the evening?  Seriously??!!  Dude it’s been EIGHT years!!!!  EIGHT years since we’ve dated!!!  I mean I know I was memorable, but really?  I found this highly amusing.)

BTW my circulation is now being completely cut off because my shoes are tied so tightly.  Yes, I am wearing my sneakers at work, but I’m trying to break them in.  I’m thinking that I’ll give them a go at the gym tonight and then maybe a jog in the morning, and if they still feel like they are falling off of me, hello Fleet Feet.  Man I’m sure they love me there.  I am pretty much going to buy out and return the store.

Asian mix-up x2

November 4, 2009

Alex just confused Felipe and Big D again (two of my Asian friends).  Please see previous post “All Asians Look Alike.”  Good times.

OH – while we’re on the topic of Asians, it has recently come to my attention that Big D may have “let me win” our little armwrestling match over the summer at Goody’s.  I don’t buy it.  I think this calls for a rematch.

Okay sorry more Asian ideas are coming to me.  So this is about my friend Hung (also mentioned in that post previously), the Asian I have known the longest and am perhaps closest with of the three Asians (sorry JK not sure I count you as Asian – are you mixed or something?).  Anyway, not sure why I didn’t tell Hung about this blog previously, but I just mentioned it to him yesterday and he told me that he doesn’t read personal blogs.  He feels as though he is intruding on people’s lives when he reads them.  WHAT?!  I love my friends.

Oh and did you know the little sister of the three of us, Liv (actual nickname), is actually half Asian?  We think she’s the mailmans child or something.  Not sure why the heck she hasn’t come up yet in these blogs.  Perhaps cause she lives so far away (hint: move to DC).  Love ya Livvy!

all Asians look alike

October 23, 2009

I swear my life is a walking Seinfeld episode.  That or I’m Larry David from Curb, but not an ass hole like he is.  I don’t even know where to begin with this story, but let’s take it back to this summer when I was at Goody’s one weekend.  Goody’s, for those of you who live in a cave, is a pizza/ice cream/sandwich shop in Clarendon that serves late night food for the party crowd and is also open all day.  This could be an entirely separate blog post but basically the owners are my parents away from home and are amazing people.  That being besides the point, one night over the summer my friend Alex (girl..pen name) and I went to Goody’s late one evening to grab a slice or two after the bar.  We take up our usual spot at a table, and somehow or another these two random dudes walk in, and next thing I know, I’m arm wrestling the Asian one.  No idea how this even came about, but long story short, I beat him fair and square (not even kidding…we all know I am reigning arm wrestling champ).  So the Asian (he asked to be called “Big D” in this blog, which is ironic since I beat him at arm wrestling, but who am I to judge?) and I become friends and the rest is history.

So let’s fast forward to Pete’s bday party a few weekends ago.  Everyone and their mother makes an appearance, including all relevant parties in this story: Alex, Big D, and Felipe (who is also Asian…I know, you would have guessed Spanish).  Alex had met Big D the night of the arm wrestling match at Goody’s.  At the bday party, she approaches Felipe and says “you’re the arm wrestling guy!” and asks if he wants to arm wrestle.  So what Alex did, in this insance, was confuse Felipe (an Asian) for Big D (another Asian), even though they look nothing alike.  Thanks for the material Alex.

So as I mentioned in an earlier post, the girl the ex dated after me was at the party that night and was texting the ex, who relayed to me that she stated that there was a tall black dude and an Asian at the party.  Apparently the ex thinks I have only one Asian and one tall black friend, so named who he thought these two individuals to be based simply on the description that she saw a tall black guy and an Asian.  [Blog: tall black guy = Tyrone, Asian = Hung]. This is about how it went down via text: “You were at a birthday party.  Tyrone and Hung were there.”  Neither of these people were at the party, which I found amusing.  So basically, Felipe was mistaken for both Big D and Hung in one night.  Good stuff right there.

So Big D just told me last night he was at a club and a black guy walked into the bathroom and mistook him for another Asian guy.  This type of thing is happening left and right.  Is there a term for this?  Are people who make this mistake racist?  Or is it simply a stereotype that all Asians and black people look alike?  I happened to look this up, and one article termed it “stereotypical homogenization.”  Deep.  Doing this research, I came across something stating that there is actually an Office episode called “All Asians Look Alike.”  I feel honored knowing that I am blogging about the same topic as an episode of The Office; not only that, but we came up with the same exact title.  Adding producing to the career option list.