- - Thursday, January 22, 2004 Back in Sac: any chance I could sit for a minute? WonderBlog's Analogy of the Day My life, ever since I reached the Terrible Twenties, moves along like a conveyor belt on the fritz. For a good portion of it's generally mediocre existence, it flows at a predictable pace. However, so often life gets a "short", and I'm moving faster than Michael Jackson being chased out of Chuck E. Cheese. Moral? Never mention Michael and Cheese in the same sentence. That was really gross. Today's Review Current job is fine, Current-future job is still waiting to be found, and I have a lot of web work to do. Talked to Kimo on the phone tonight, haven't chatted with "my boy" in a while, lol. Always fun catching up with him and Jan, 2 of my most favorite peeps in this short track area we call Life. Kimo has this crazy idea for us to go skating in Cleveland. I'm taking him up on it, since there's nothing (so I hear) like skating with Kimo Anton Ohno ;) Muahaha. Lupe's B-day Last weekend was awesome, and I'm so glad I strapped my lazy ass in my car and drove 3 1/2 hours to Visalia, CA. Lupes is the perfect host, and I always enjoy her company. She's also one of the biggest "Kid's at heart" that I know, so watching her turn the big 3-0 was hilarious. We spent time in Downtown Visalia, just working on catching up since the last time we were together (which was Marquette, actually). I took a shot of the Fox Theater. Birds of a feather flock together...and apparently all the freakin' birds in this town flock to Starbucks. Lupe and I decided to both wear our Marquette sweaters, just to see what anyone would say. Comments from "May I ask what club you're from?" to "Is that all you need to know in that sport, Go Fast - Turn Left?" made us giggle. We shopped til we dropped in Tulare, CA, which I kept raving about their Nike Factory Store. I have this weird infatuation with trucker hats, and have so much fun trying to make Lupe wear one. She hates them. But, being the persuasive Ape that I am, I managed to tie her to the Clearance section and got her to pose with a Dickie's classic. Before heading to the house, I HAD to take a shot of Lupe's license plate. It's pretty simple, to the point. Lupe's family are too sweet. No, serious, I have 2 cavities from all that sugary goodness. Getting the house ready for her birthday bash, her parents had a BBQ, and her sister, Julissa, was preparing to set the cake on fire. The big ghetto "30" on the cake was my idea...thank you. According to tradition, the birthday girl was to take a big bite from the cake after blowing out the candles. Eh, let's just say Lupe gets a bit messy with her cake. This cake, called Tres Leches is the most off the hook cake known to man. And it's got to be a secret, because all I heard about the location of such a confection was that Lupe's dad "Knows a guy, that knows a guy..." Yeah, sounds shady, but the cakes are freakin' good. The birthday after-party was Lupe and I heading out, having a few pitchers of Kool-Aid, and talking about life plans. Our dear sista of the West Coast, Molls, came down Monday afternoon to make the trio of what we affectionately call Chunky's Angels. It was great to see these two freaks, it's been far too long. Molly and I have the same 3 1/2 hour drive to Central Kali, so it's a great meeting place. Hopefully, before Cleveland, we'll all reunite yet again. Cuz Lawd knows y'all betta watch yo neighbahood when da "Angels" come rollin' inta town. Shoooot.

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