Saturday, June 25, 2005
Pleased to meet you. Hope you guess my name.
It was a monumentous night, as we celebrated the good year spent by the Sun interns in the Bay Area. They are a hilarious, topsy-turvy, interesting bunch, and the only negative thing I have to say about them is that they didn't get to meet me earlier.
It's actually quite incredible how these guys bonded and made the most out of their time in the US. Most of them will travel in the US for the next 30 days (maximum # of days allowed after their working visa expires). Bon voyage, fellas.
Put Kristie and me together, and you get trouble - well, usually. This was probably the first weekend that I didn't wake up next to her in a drunken stupor. I just remember laughing a lot last night. Dan dropping dallops of Hypnotiq into people's cups (which KK, Amanda, Martin, Chris and I have developed a pavlovian dog response of shuddering in utter disgust). Brain damage (the conversation trying to explain this was beyond sanity). Being introduced as a Hong Kong triad, milking the poor psychiatrist for ecstasy pills. And the list goes on...
I am enjoying the somewhat anonymous status in this group. You can make up all sorts of stories about yourself, and people will believe it.
Tonight, I'm going to wear my pink leopard print shirt and the zebra striped cowboy hat to the Pink Party in the City (it's a pity that I lost the pink feather boa somewhere). I missed Bay to Breakers, so I might as well try another one of SF's famous festivities.
It's actually quite incredible how these guys bonded and made the most out of their time in the US. Most of them will travel in the US for the next 30 days (maximum # of days allowed after their working visa expires). Bon voyage, fellas.
Put Kristie and me together, and you get trouble - well, usually. This was probably the first weekend that I didn't wake up next to her in a drunken stupor. I just remember laughing a lot last night. Dan dropping dallops of Hypnotiq into people's cups (which KK, Amanda, Martin, Chris and I have developed a pavlovian dog response of shuddering in utter disgust). Brain damage (the conversation trying to explain this was beyond sanity). Being introduced as a Hong Kong triad, milking the poor psychiatrist for ecstasy pills. And the list goes on...
I am enjoying the somewhat anonymous status in this group. You can make up all sorts of stories about yourself, and people will believe it.
Tonight, I'm going to wear my pink leopard print shirt and the zebra striped cowboy hat to the Pink Party in the City (it's a pity that I lost the pink feather boa somewhere). I missed Bay to Breakers, so I might as well try another one of SF's famous festivities.
// posted by sakit @ 8:46 AM 
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You gotta mix Hypnotiq with a good french vodka, about 50-50, making sure there is ample ice. Throw in a sunny day and good companionship and everybody's a winner.
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