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I miss those days.

I had dinner with Sandy tonight at Cheesecake Factory and got to reminisce about the good ol’ days at UCLA. I didn’t realize how long it has been. She asked me, “If you could change one thing about college, what would it be?” I thought about it and I really wouldn’t change anything. I miss those days.

Full House

We had the cousins over for another poker game on Saturday. I was the first one out in the first game but during the second round I took both Pish and the brother out of the game on the second hand when I called Pish’s “all in” with pocket kings and a king and two 10’s on the table. Haha…it was sweet.

“It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas…”

My favorite holiday season is here! The air is cold, the lights are going up, and KOST is playing Christmas songs all month long. Speaking of lights…ever since we moved into this house there was a switch in the garage that didn’t seem to do anything. Jes and I spent a while trying to figure out which outlet it turns on and didn’t have any luck. With the help of my neighbor, I figured out that it turns on a “Christmas light” socket that’s out in front of my house. SWEET! I can string lights up on high on my house and turn them on with a flick of a switch!

tick tick tick…

I’m a bit weirded out about a recent baby boom. First, Linda (college roommate) had her baby boy in October. Then, Patti (highschool friend) had her baby girl on Thanksgiving. Now, my cousin (only 3 months younger than me) is expecting a boy in March! Sheesh…this is very surreal.

I hate Sundays.

I think the worst part of taking a long weekend or vacation is going back to work. It almost makes work worse when you go away for a while. That’s why I usually hate Sundays. It often means thinking about the laundry list of things I have to do on Monday, sending Jes off to Charlotte, and making sure I go to sleep at a reasonable time. Yesterday was no different, except I had to fly all of Sunday afternoon/evening to come home to my doggie and a messy house. I need one more day.

Worst bar ever!

Thanksgiving in Michigan was nice. The weather was chilly but a nice excuse to bust out the gloves and scarf. The weekend consisted of a lot of napping and hanging out with the family. On Saturday night, we met up with Victor, Susie, and Dayantha at a bar called The Blue Martini, which seemed cool at first but soon turned into the worst bar ever. Jes, Jason, and I went in first since it was cold and rainy. The cover was $10 and the bar was filled with single middle-aged whiteys and a sucky band. I suppose the boys would agree that the only redeeming thing about the bar were the not-so-pretty-looking bartenders all dressed in skimpy white tanktops with very large boobies. We actually waited 2 hours before Dayantha called and said they had given up. The guy at the door made them wait in a line of 10-15 people for no reason. Who did they think they were? Skybar?! It’s Michigan, people! After we decided to not give them any more of our money, we hung out at a cafe down the street to end the night with dreams of opening a bar in Hawaii together and sweating Jason about his break-up.