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sportsfest weekend

highlights from this weekend:

• cow's cock from bob's big boy
• fred loves french fries and onion rings
  
• jp goes pee sitting down, you know, just in case
• we know all the words in the 3rd verse of soulja boy's "kiss me through the phone"
  
• girls don't know how to do a proper football spat (on their "cleats" aka nike shox)
• volleyball shorts
• #3, pink team, #11, "strong" beach
  
• jp loves the smell of sherm (sh*t + sperm)
  
• free dessert if you flirt with the vietnamese waiter....thanks joel!
  
• muscle shock machine + drinking + boobs= REALLY good times
• muscle shock machine + face
• muscle shock machine + arm wrestling
• muscle shock machine + writing the alphabet
• pony baseball????
  
• "oh snap....."
• "NoooOOOOoo!"
• i need to invest in previously mentioned muscle shock machine
• another HTC Championship
• good times with GREAT people.
  

LENT: Day 2

so far so good. granted, yesterday was only day 2 of this experience. it was mari's dad's birthday and they had a small dinner at the talavera house. mari's mom brought chinese food and some filipino food. the usual spread. it was really tough to eat all of that food without rice. thank god she also bought some noodles, so that really saved me. i've got to start altering my meal/eating habits if im gonna be successful.

my parents have some comps they need to use before the end of the month at barona. they're taking us there tonight to eat at the buffet. but we can't eat meat! so it hope they at least have crab legs tonight. ahhhhhhh.

this weekend is gonna be pretty busy. tonight: barona buffet, then jinah's going away party. saturday: football practice, father-in-law's birthday party at 2pm, (maybe) prospect in la jolla at 9pm. sunday: church, then vavi football game at 330pm. on top of all of this, i can't eat rice! haha

LENT: Day 1

so this year for lent, i decided i'd give up rice for lent. now for those of you that know me well, i love me some rice!! i eat it at practically every meal (but can you find a filipino who doesn't?). i've tried giving up rice for lent before but failed miserably. i think i only lasted about 2 weeks, or maybe not even that long (thats what she said......) so this year, i'm determined to go the whole 40 days without eating a single grain of rice.

lent isn't just about giving something up. i also think that its a great time for us to really think about how we can make ourselves better people. i was at the ash wednesday mass last night, and the priest made a good point on the symbolism of the ashes on your forehead. he basically said that it represented our faults and failures as a person....and it would ultimately be up to us to make ourselves better. so i think i'm also going to use this time to figure out what i can do to make myself a better person, and to find out what i can do to be a better person/friend/brother/husband to everyone around me. here we go.....

last friday, mari and i went to the del mar race track for the first time. we went with some friends from work and met at my co-worker anthony's apartment, which is just up the hill from the race track. we got to anthony's around 230 and first post wasnt until 4, so we pregamed it a little bit at his pad, then walked down in time for the 4th race.

The big screen on the infield.

The view from the 2nd level, finish line.

Beers were super expensive at the track so we just bought sodas and mixed em with alcohol that we snuck in (cheap!). But this would all be for nothing since the del mar racetrack became san diego's largest hotbox that evening. Friday's at the track meant 4 o'clock Fridays, and there was always a concert, and the performers for the evening were the wailers! as in, bob marley and the wailers. bob marley himself didnt make it, i think he was sick or something...but the concert was dope nonetheless. the wailers pretty much played all of his songs, along with some of their original songs. as soon as they started playing, 90% of the crowd started smoking cigarettes, but it was weird because it didnt smell like cigarettes, i dont know, but i left there feeling reallllly good.

before the wailers (note the presence of children...c'mon!)

wailers on stage, everyone getting their cigarettes outwhat it looked like after breathing in said cigarette smoke

we're goin back to del mar this friday if anyone wants to go. its a lot of fun, i promise...hit me up.

ps. i didnt win anything from betting on the horses, but mari won some dough....$7.50. ballin!

solid 3.

went to belo this saturday with joel, jerry, and fred. it was pretty fun, til we started getting free drinks at the bar. after that, the rest of the night was one big blur. fred and jerry picked me up from my house dressed in all black, and apparently nobody bothered to send me the memo. i was in a nice white shirt and jeans, had my shirt been any other color, i would have been good to go, but i didnt want to be the odd guy in the group, so i changed into a black shirt. we picked up joel, then stopped by celena's house, then we were off. we get to belo and that place was as dead as heath ledger hanging out with bernie mac at a isaac hayes concert. it was fuckin dead. so me and joel start downing the drinks. 2 jack and cokes later, joel comes up to me and says, "hey, the bartender just gave me free drinks, and she said to come back in 15 minutes." and at this point, id say we were both on a good one already. so 15 minutes pass and we go back to the bar, and the bartender hooks it up with 2 rumple mintze shots. at that point, i knew it was gonna be the end of me (and possibly joel). so we take the shots, grabbed some beers, and take off into the club. we probably should have just stayed at the bar because things didnt go too well after that. lets just say i should make better choices and wait for better lighting when it comes to dancing, and on top of that, some people got my phone number, who probably shouldnt have gotten it in the first place. i guess im much nicer when im drunk. i hope i didnt hand out cash to people either. geez. after leaving the club, we go to conching's, and joel goes yackie chan on us and vomits on the plaza blvd offramp. i was hoping i wasnt next, cuz we had pretty much the same amount to drink, except he had one more shot than i did. thank god i escaped the hurtin that he was goin through. conchings had the usual crowd, we end up leaving because no one really wanted to eat. i think we went there just out of habit. haha. so we go to the jack in the box down the street, and when joel orders his food, he realizes his credit card and his license are missing and he probably left it at belo. doh! i hope he finds his stuff.

sunday morning was pretty difficult for me. i was pretty hungover, but i didnt have a headache, i was more dizzy than anything. so i just stayed home all day, tried to recollect the events that happened the previous night (and hating myself for this), and watched the olympics.

lesson learned. only 7's and up.