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.

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Hiking Camelback Mountain

November 24, 2009

So continuing with my rundown of the Scottsdale trip, I’d like to speak a little bit about hiking in the desert.  So yesterday before our flight, we decided to take a quick rendevous a mile from our hotel to hike Camelback Mountain.  Not sure what I was expecting here, being that we were literally hiking in the desert, but I smartly decide that I’ll just leave my water in the car and that I won’t need it.  I’m here picturing we are going to be hiking something in line with Great Falls, MD.  Um, no.  This was no walk in the park kids.  Quite the contrary.  More like a climb in the desert.  So naturally I leave my water in the car, figuring I can just bum everyone else’s water while we are out there if needed.

We start the ascent.  By we, I mean Hung, Linda, and Stephen.  Hung and Linda, since you probably don’t know who I’m referring to here, are dating.  Another great couple, another rarity but they are just a pleasure to be around pretty much at all times.  Hung, if you may recall before, was one of my first and closest friends in DC.  Pretty hysterical dude.  All the more hysterical hanging out with him all weekend, but I’ll get to that.  Stephen and I, while we did sleep in the same bed together all weekend, are not dating, despite contrary belief (this I so kindly relayed to the large, hideous woman predator at the wedding so that Stephen was fair game).  Anyway, it was basically the four of us hanging out all weekend…the fab four stayed together at good old Camelback Inn.  So yes, we start the climb.  I’m out of breathe within a few minutes, and at this point we are only climbing some stairs.  Then – disaster strikes.  I see a pretty steep climb ahead.  Being that I’m pretty terrified of heights, everyone passes me while I stand there staring at it all freaked out.  Mind you, there is a handrail to the left which would have allowed me to more easily make the climb, but naturally, I think about how many people have touched that handrail.  Given that it hasn’t rained in 70 days in Scottsdale, I figure it’s pretty dirty.  So I decide to be a little more daring and climb the rock.  Bad move.  Pretty soon I’m laying flat on the rock and trying to figure out how the heck I’m going to make it back to the handrail for safety without falling, germs or no germs.  Hung is next to me jumping around like a spider and trying to coax me out of it.  At this point, I valued my life over touching a dirty handrail, so decide it’s in my best interest to use the thing.  I eventually made it over to the handrail without tumbling to my death, which was a nice bonus.  So I make it to the top of that minor juncture.

I would say the rest was smooth sailing, but that would be a lie.  On the rest of the ascent, a few things happen.  One is that every so often we will see some crazy shirtless dude running by, hurtling rocks and jumping across ledges, pretty much looking for a death wish.  Are these people insane?  Hung, being the thrill-seeker that he is, decides that he’d like to try this too.  Mind you, he is not wearing the proper equipment for this and is also carrying a large SLR camera.  He really looks like a rock climber in this particular getup.  Next thing I know, Hung and Stephen are risking their own lives climbing this huge random rock off the beaten path.  I seriously feared for their death, on a few ocassions.  Hung also decides on the descent down that he’d like to run every so often, like these insane shirtless dudes.  He honestly cracks me up.  On the trip I also learned that Hung has zero sense of direction and considers anything west of Ohio the “midwest.”  Arizona – midwest.  California – midwest.  Interesting.  Back to hiking, the rest of the climb was not as bad as the first handrail incident.  But it was just an amazing workout with simply breathtaking views.  I wished I had my camera with me, but luckily Hung had the SLR and didn’t fall off a cliff or anything (came close a few times), so we at least have his pics.  It was termed an intermediate to difficult hike.  I would have to agree with that, especially after Linda and I saw a guy who had fallen and ripped his pants off to the point of us being able to see his underwear, with a huge gash that clearly required stitches on his shin.  Poor guy.  He was in good spirits though.  Probably counting his blessing that he didn’t fall off the mountain and die.

So some other adventures on the way up.  Let me first preface this by saying people out west are far friendlier than anyone in DC.  As you may recall, UConn pulled off a nice upset victory against Notre Dame over the weekend (go Huskies!!!) and I was wearing my UConn shirt.  Got a bunch of congratulatory comments from lots of people about that, as if I had played in the game. Nevertheless, I accepted the congratulations gratiously.  So Stephen and I are up front (Linda was barely tagging along with us so Hung hung back with her to help her along), and this one nice guy just comes up to me and asks if I want some water!  This was perfect since Stephen was not sharing his for some odd reason (pretty sure he wanted to kill me) and Linda and Hung’s bottles were virtually empty at this point.  This dude was a gold mine, and so friendly.  The guy apparently knows idiots like me don’t think that they need water rock climbing in the desert, so carries an additional couple of liters on him to help others out.  I guess he’d rather not see people dying of dehydration, nice guy.  He proceeds to tell us a story about how a few years ago, he gave some water out on the mountain to this rock group, and didn’t know who they were.  Ended up they were so appreciative of the water that they offered him backstage passes and front row seats to their next show.  Can we say Talking Heads?!?!  That’s how great this guy was…even Talking Heads appreciated the magnitude of what he was doing.  Goldmine.  That is how we felt as well.  I honestly may have died of dehydration if I didn’t run into this guy, since Stephen didn’t want to give me any.  Hung eventually caught up with us and got in on the deal, and we asked dude that if he saw Linda on his way down to offer her some water too, so she was able to get some too we later discovered.  Amazing.  It’s nice to run into some kindhearted souls every once in a while…guess it just happens more frequently anywhere but the east coast.

We make it to the top.  Views were just stunning.  At first it was only Hung, Stephen, and I.  We didn’t think Linda would make it.  But, sure enough, the three of us are standing around taking pictures with Hung’s SLR, and who emerges?  Linda!  I had the SLR at the time so snapped the classic shot of her straggling up over the ledge.  That may have been the best moment of the trip.  We all made it!  Stephen got a littttle too close to the edge at one point when Hung was taking a picture, slipped a bit trying to freak me out but just ended up freaking out everyone near him…everyone gasped.  I thought we’d lose him and had to vacate the scene because I was getting too scared.  Clearly I was not getting anywhere near that ledge, picture or not.  We were pretty damn high up.  So overall, difficult climb, great workout, great meeting people on the way up and down, good times overall.  I am pretty damn sore today and it was so tough to leave after having such a great weekend.  I’d have to say the hike pretty much capped out the trip on a great note.  Well, that and maybe the stop at In-n-Out Burger on the way to the airport.  That’s some good stuff right there, might even beat out the McDonald’s two cheeseburger meal.  That or it’s a close second.  Unfortunately I don’t have any pics yet of Camelback Mountain, but will post if ever received from Hung.  I do, however, have a pic of the In-n-Out we stopped at!

In-n-Out Burger, Phoenix AZ


Scottsdale

November 24, 2009

I think I want to become a doctor.  Last night on the plane ride home, I ended up sitting next to a woman who I’m pretty sure had a heart attack mid-flight.  I got up to go to the bathroom, and I came back and she was falling over passing out.  So we helped her into the chair and she proceeded to puke all over herself as she was passed out.  I felt so helpless!  I just hope the woman is okay, I really felt horrible for her…such a sweet lady too.  I don’t know what it is about flights and people puking around me recently.  On the way to Scottsdale, a girl in the seat across the aisle from us puked.  Smelled absolutely disgusting.  This time, the woman next to me not only puked, but puked all over the place so that I had to take a shower when I got home.  Luckily I was out of my seat when this happenend, otherwise instead of just standing in and it being all on my stuff, it would have landed on me.  GROSS.  Not good for us OCD types.  Regardless I just felt horrible for the woman and hope the paramedics took her to the hospital to get checked out.  If I had some sort of medical degree they probably would have taken me more seriously.  I, like the doctor that I am, found myself asking her questions about her medical history after she was feeling a little better.  There was really no doubt in my mind that she had a heart attack and the nurse on board was saying it could be dehydration.  Um, no!  The woman was passed out puking and then didn’t remember a thing about what had happened.  Poor thing.

Okay so Scottsdale trip update.  Amazing!  I did not want to come home.  Quick rundown – Thursday night late we just went out to this odd little bar, Friday all day we went to Sedona and did the Pink Jeep Tour.  Probably would have preferred something a little more interactive while we were there such as hiking, horseback riding, or an ATV, (negative on the hot air balloon option…I’m a bit terrified of heights) but can’t complain since it was still gorgeous.  Friday night my girlfriend (Linda..pen name…see details below) and I were just so exhausted that we passed out and the guys went to a strip club.  Nice.  Saturday was the all day wedding affair, and even that was amazing.  Had the Hindu ceremony in the morning and the Christian ceremony and reception right after.  The couple looked so happy, and it’s probably one of the few times I am actually truly happy for the people getting married; they are too cute together.  Sunday Linda and I hung out at the pool all day and then hit the spa while the boys went golfing.  Can’t really beat that, or the weather.  The massage was so relaxing that I passed out, which was a first.  As you may know, I am a pretty light sleeper (see Fans of Fans group on facebook).  You know how sometimes you will catch yourself moaning or making a noise in your sleep, waking yourself up?  The massage was so good that I literally woke myself up moaning which was pretty damn embarassing.  All the food we ate all weekend was great and for a decent price.  I’m trying to think of funny things that I can blog about on this trip, and really only one comes to mind that is bloggable.  So we’ll just go with this in my next blog post….Hiking Camelback Mountain.

Sedona

Side note:  I’m calling my girlfriend Linda because my iPhone likes to correct her actual name to Linda everytime I write it out, so figured that this was a natural segway.  Speaking of segways, have any of you ever done a segway tour?  Highly highly highly recommended and hysterical if you are looking to make a fool of yourself – sidebar to the side note (my bad).

Pink Jeep Tour in Sedona

Some more random pics from the trip:

poolside at Camelback Inn, Scottsdale

margarita and chips & salsa - officially my new favorite meal, second only to Thanksgiving dinner (charged to the room so that the guys could pay for it too - this was to get back at them after they made us pay for a $35 cab ride home so they could go to the strip club)