Golf and Guitars

Last weekend, I went up to Davis to spend the weekend with Raquel, since it's easier to avoid studying when you drive 400 miles away from your school supplies. The plan was to go to a concert in Sacramento along with Shannon, so we headed out for that on Friday.

It was called Golf and Guitars, because you could either pay $250 and play golf with some semi-famous country singers in the blistering heat, or pay $20 to watch them play a small concert after. Difficult decision, obviously. There were about 14 artists, who all played for 15-20 minutes or so each. It was pretty good, and Chuck Wicks had one song during which he had one of the people he had played golf with earlier come up to "help him sing".

Steve's job was to chime in every time Chuck sang "That dress looks good on you for sure..." with "but even better on the floor" as a dedication to his wife. Pretty funny. The only bad part of the concert was the last act, a combination of John Michael Montgomery and Bucky Covington. The former was too drunk to remember the words to his own songs, and the latter seemed like a strung out meth addict with ADD. We were ready to leave.

The rest of the weekend was spent watching movie after movie, including Angels and Demons, the second National Treasure, and Star Trek (Raquel's 3rd time seeing it...), along with an all-day training meeting for the leadership conference she's been a part of since high school. I headed back home on Sunday... the 6 hour drive felt like a short jaunt compared with my normal trips home!

Other than that, I've just been working... we just found out that the three current supervisors all put in their two weeks notice at the same time, so we'll be the only ones... having only worked a couple shifts by ourselves, and still fresh out of training. So we'll just see how long it takes before the desk goes up in flames!

This picture is old... but it amuses me anyway. We had an upperclassman reunion at my friend's apartment across the street for RSS a while back, and everyone thought it'd be funny to take a "typical asian family photo". They had to explain to me what that meant... but we thought it'd be much better if I was the token white kid instead.


Peeeerfect!

Anyway, it's about time I pretend like I'm going to get anything accomplished today... or at least get ready for work.

...or something.

Me Too! Me Too!

Since I'm the baby sister wanting to keep up with the big girls, let's look at MY garden.


...Yeah. That's all.

Meet my baby Thai basil. I don't know what makes Thai basil different, or whether it should be leaning over like that. Probably not, since I'm an unfit mother. That little guy survived the trip to nor cal and back, which basically means I forgot about him in my car for a week. But hey, there's still green, so I call it a job well done. This weekend, my friend wants me to drive her to a nursery so we can buy a tree. Apparently, she has a trashcan and an excess of potting soil laying around. I chose not to ask too many questions.

In other news, I started my "new" job this week. Basically, it's the exact same job I've had for over a year, but I got a promotion and transferred. For some reason, they transferred me to Hedrick, and the Hedrick applicant to Rieber. So basically, we have two angry desks and two confused/sad supervisors. All in all, a pretty good choice, I'd say. I've been spending the last few days getting to know a bunch of new names, as well as all the new stuff I'm allowed to do now. :)

When will I be going paintballing again, you ask? When the bruises fade. Which should be in another 6 months or so. This is how my leg is doing...


For those of you keeping track at home, this is day 19 of the healing process. Kind of annoying that they decided to heal from the inside out... the outlines still get a lot of "what the hell happened to YOU?!?"s.

We went shopping last weekend (For things I can only wear once the bruises heal) and I'm sure to Susan's relief, I bought some new nose rings. You can stop looking at me in disgust every time I come home now... Thanks. Also last weekend (Gold Nugget Days) was Jeraldy's birthday, so I raced (er... drove the speed limit) back to LA so we could go out to dinner. We went to BJ's, and the staff nearly fainted from how cute we are:


Actually, I think they almost fainted out of sheer terror, since Roxie (far left), one of my roommates for next year, brought her boyfriend Tom. Tom's 6'10", so obviously we sent him in to check when our table would be ready. Speed up the process a bit, you know?
For her birthday I got Jeraldy a photo frame (kind of like the ones you got me, Jessie) where each letter is a spot for a photo. Only upon bringing it home from good ol' Gold Nugget Days and showing it to Mom did I realize that instead of "Nuestra Familia" it says "Nuestro Familia". Right now, it's still in my car until I can think of an explanation suitable for the sheer "diversity" that is Paradise. This is what I get for trying to have a culture that isn't Nascar and huntin'.

Anyhoo, it's time to do some homework or something. And by "something", I mean sleep. Which is probably going to win out. But stay tuned for next week's edition of cheap rip-off... when I try my hand at making Jessie's magical muffins.