Joe was taken back by my dad's thoughts about me drinking, so I thought I would tell the story...
My cousin told me this story when we met for drinks on Friday.
Last week my cousin and I went to Universal Studios. As I was leaving her house, a big Mexican party was starting in her cul-de-sac at one of the houses. There was a fight and it spilled out onto my uncle's lawn. My uncle went out and hosed the people down to get them off of his golf course quality lawn. He disbursed the crowds quickly I guess.
The next morning I guess to retaliate the people at the party put all of the beer cans in my uncle's trash cans. My cousin took off with her boyfriend shortly after I did, so the logical conclusion was we all went out to drink and then put the evidence in my uncle's trash cans. Logical, right? Well, he doesn't seem to remember the party that was taking place in his cul-de-sac.
Last Sunday morning my uncle finds this and he tells my aunt that my cousin, her boyfriend, and I must have been out drinking. My aunt asked my cousin if I was a drinker, then replied with of course not, I better not be. My uncle was ready to call my dad to tell him what a bad influence I was on my cousin and her boyfriend. I, of course, got a total kick out of this, and my uncle was ready to recommend alcohol rehab for me.
My cousin is 25 and her grandparents (my and and uncle) do not think she drinks. They are very anti-alcohol. My cousin does, her boyfriend does, she just hides it. But um, they have blinders on.
Anyways, so this story was funny, and I wanted to tell my dad to hear his reaction.
I repeated the above story to him, and then he said:
Dad: Benny (my uncle's name). Benny. He should know after hosing the people down they'd be mad and do something to get back at him.
Me: Yep.
Dad: Benny's losing his sense of reasoning in his old age.
Me: Yep.
Dad: Benny should know better. You and your cousin don't drink. I know that.
Me: mhmmmm
Dad: It's not that you just don't drink, but you guys are good kids.
Me: mhmmm
Dad: Now not that you can't drink, but I know you guys don't. I know Benny has taught your cousin well, and I have taught you well.
Me: mhmmmm
Dad: Drinking is up to you and I'd hope that you wouldn't do it.
Me: I see...
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Luau
Went to a luau my friend John's parents threw. Got to talk to John, and we're still cool, although The Mike's and I aren't. That was important for me to hear, and I really appreciated since I've felt so alienated from everyone lately.
I am always amazed who shows up at their parties. I'm thankful we're invited often because I really enjoy them and know my parents do too.
They smoked a pig on a spit, there was corn on the cob, cheesecake, fruit salad, the best potato salad ever, and barbacoa y tortillas. Soooo good. The barbacoa and potato salad is what filled my plate.
One of the guys there is a home brewer and made several gallons of some beer for the party. It was citrusy. Though my parents were around, they were so far away at the other end of the yard I drank it. It was a citrusy beer, which was nice and perfect for the food we were eating. I decided I could and would continue drinking with my parents there- I was being daring- I just occasionally had a Sprite and poured it in the cup once I was done with the beer. John and I again just talked about the CBEST and mainly me subbing. He was really interested in that and how I have a reputation with the kids for being strict. He invited a girl over and was interested in her after that, but we stood around smoking, drinking, and talking for a while in the side yard away from our parents before she came over and got to catch up somewhat. I was so worried I'd get caught, and I am sure my dad saw me over at the home brew a couple times. Oh well. We were just talking earlier today about how he knows I don't drink, but knows it is my choice.
After we ate and talked we played poker. John and I were at different tables. I was at the sober, conservative adult table. He was at the smoking and drinking table. I started playing poker with my parents, then 4-5 other adults. I HAVE TO ADMIT I HAVE NO CLUE HOW TO PLAY POKER. EVERYTIME I PLAY I NEED A REFRESHER AND EVERY HAND I'M LIKELY TO, ALSO. I have follow the queen, Texas hold 'em, and high and low down as of now. But seriously, I'm not a fan. I will avoid playing like the plague, and today was no exception, but I must have been relaxed because of the beer and other stuff. We played a few games, then had a dessert break. My parents quit playing and went to talk with some of the people there. I kept playing, although I really didn't want to, but there was nobody to take my seat. I somehow kept winning and winning and winning. There was a $2 buy-in I forgot to mention. A few more breaks and more playing, and many new people at our table. Finally about 10:30 (5 hours later) we decide to split the pot 3 ways and I won $8. OMG. Seriously I had no clue what I was doing. We made such conservative bets. Each time we said we would only raise it like 1 or 2 chips- I wish we were doing big bets as I would have quickly played my chips and lost to avoid embarrassment of not knowing how to play etc.. The women at the table deemed that I had a "poker face," had they only heard of the song. We annoyed the other table so much by playing so conservatively. I can still see chips flashing in front of my eyes. My gawd, not my thing.
John's dad kept coming around and playing. He was hilarious. Constantly drinking 3-4 different alcoholic beverages, smoking a cigar, and cigarettes even though he is not a smoker either. He was joking he knew how to smoke cigarettes because he enjoys a cigar every once in a while, and at one point he was smoking 2 or 3 different cigarettes at once.
Everyone was in Hawaiian shirts, which was cool. We had all types of alcohol. Rum and coke, homemade sangría (which I never got around to trying), all sorts of imported beers, and the home brew. Most of the people there were smokers, which was not cool.
John took off or something and was nowhere to be found when it was time to leave. We said goodbye to John's parents and took off.
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Good weekend so far
Major drinkage this weekend, much needed drinkage btw... 2 margaritas, a strawberry and cadillac margarita with my cousin, her friend Laura, and boyfriend at a Mexican restaurant
Tomorrow or Monday might be the LA County Fair
Speaking of the LA Co. Fair I want to see LeAnn Rimes and Pat Benatar there.
I am always amazed who shows up at their parties. I'm thankful we're invited often because I really enjoy them and know my parents do too.
They smoked a pig on a spit, there was corn on the cob, cheesecake, fruit salad, the best potato salad ever, and barbacoa y tortillas. Soooo good. The barbacoa and potato salad is what filled my plate.
One of the guys there is a home brewer and made several gallons of some beer for the party. It was citrusy. Though my parents were around, they were so far away at the other end of the yard I drank it. It was a citrusy beer, which was nice and perfect for the food we were eating. I decided I could and would continue drinking with my parents there- I was being daring- I just occasionally had a Sprite and poured it in the cup once I was done with the beer. John and I again just talked about the CBEST and mainly me subbing. He was really interested in that and how I have a reputation with the kids for being strict. He invited a girl over and was interested in her after that, but we stood around smoking, drinking, and talking for a while in the side yard away from our parents before she came over and got to catch up somewhat. I was so worried I'd get caught, and I am sure my dad saw me over at the home brew a couple times. Oh well. We were just talking earlier today about how he knows I don't drink, but knows it is my choice.
After we ate and talked we played poker. John and I were at different tables. I was at the sober, conservative adult table. He was at the smoking and drinking table. I started playing poker with my parents, then 4-5 other adults. I HAVE TO ADMIT I HAVE NO CLUE HOW TO PLAY POKER. EVERYTIME I PLAY I NEED A REFRESHER AND EVERY HAND I'M LIKELY TO, ALSO. I have follow the queen, Texas hold 'em, and high and low down as of now. But seriously, I'm not a fan. I will avoid playing like the plague, and today was no exception, but I must have been relaxed because of the beer and other stuff. We played a few games, then had a dessert break. My parents quit playing and went to talk with some of the people there. I kept playing, although I really didn't want to, but there was nobody to take my seat. I somehow kept winning and winning and winning. There was a $2 buy-in I forgot to mention. A few more breaks and more playing, and many new people at our table. Finally about 10:30 (5 hours later) we decide to split the pot 3 ways and I won $8. OMG. Seriously I had no clue what I was doing. We made such conservative bets. Each time we said we would only raise it like 1 or 2 chips- I wish we were doing big bets as I would have quickly played my chips and lost to avoid embarrassment of not knowing how to play etc.. The women at the table deemed that I had a "poker face," had they only heard of the song. We annoyed the other table so much by playing so conservatively. I can still see chips flashing in front of my eyes. My gawd, not my thing.
John's dad kept coming around and playing. He was hilarious. Constantly drinking 3-4 different alcoholic beverages, smoking a cigar, and cigarettes even though he is not a smoker either. He was joking he knew how to smoke cigarettes because he enjoys a cigar every once in a while, and at one point he was smoking 2 or 3 different cigarettes at once.
Everyone was in Hawaiian shirts, which was cool. We had all types of alcohol. Rum and coke, homemade sangría (which I never got around to trying), all sorts of imported beers, and the home brew. Most of the people there were smokers, which was not cool.
John took off or something and was nowhere to be found when it was time to leave. We said goodbye to John's parents and took off.
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Good weekend so far
Major drinkage this weekend, much needed drinkage btw... 2 margaritas, a strawberry and cadillac margarita with my cousin, her friend Laura, and boyfriend at a Mexican restaurant
Tomorrow or Monday might be the LA County Fair
Speaking of the LA Co. Fair I want to see LeAnn Rimes and Pat Benatar there.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Another woman
My mom, aunt in OK, and I have all been talking a lot recently
My older 30+ year old cousin, who I have posted before is a lesbian is having issues. My mom said that "aunt in OK is concerned that Cousin is spending her weekends riding motorcycles with another woman." My response to my mom was OK. My mom's response was she was seeing the woman for sex and that she was neglecting her kids. I said that what she does sexually is not my business, but that I do have a problem with her neglecting her kids.
I talked to my aunt in OK yesterday and she told me my cousin (the same cousin) is spending time with a woman. I said "oh, that's great, I'm glad she is happy" since my cousin had already told me. My aunt said, "no, she's having relations with this woman." I said, "well, as long as she is happy I'm not one to judge." My aunt went on about how the Bible says it is wrong and quoted scriptures that said it was wrong. I had the guts to tell her that I didn't care what the Bible said, I think that it is more important that we accept her and treat her with respect. She hasn't changed as a person. My aunt said that she can't accept that lifestyle because her kids are now interested in women, and that is not normal. I said I had to disagree. I think my cousin is the best parent that she can be; she has had several difficult years; she is holding it together. I doubt lesbianism comes from her doing what she is doing.
I probably ruffled a few feathers, but I needed to say something... now if I could only stand up for myself.
My older 30+ year old cousin, who I have posted before is a lesbian is having issues. My mom said that "aunt in OK is concerned that Cousin is spending her weekends riding motorcycles with another woman." My response to my mom was OK. My mom's response was she was seeing the woman for sex and that she was neglecting her kids. I said that what she does sexually is not my business, but that I do have a problem with her neglecting her kids.
I talked to my aunt in OK yesterday and she told me my cousin (the same cousin) is spending time with a woman. I said "oh, that's great, I'm glad she is happy" since my cousin had already told me. My aunt said, "no, she's having relations with this woman." I said, "well, as long as she is happy I'm not one to judge." My aunt went on about how the Bible says it is wrong and quoted scriptures that said it was wrong. I had the guts to tell her that I didn't care what the Bible said, I think that it is more important that we accept her and treat her with respect. She hasn't changed as a person. My aunt said that she can't accept that lifestyle because her kids are now interested in women, and that is not normal. I said I had to disagree. I think my cousin is the best parent that she can be; she has had several difficult years; she is holding it together. I doubt lesbianism comes from her doing what she is doing.
I probably ruffled a few feathers, but I needed to say something... now if I could only stand up for myself.
Road names
XM Satellite Radio has local traffic reports. I have heard them. They are usually not up to date according to most people, but what is funny is street pronunciations. I was talking to my neighbor, Mr. G ,the other day and he was talking about how they weren't up to date, but since the traffic reporters are in Washington D.C., they aren't familiar with the pronunciations of LA streets. He gave lots of street names that most Angelinos would be familiar with, but how they massacre the pronunciations.
STREET NAME, HOW THEY PRONOUNCE IT, HOW IT SHOULD BE PRONOUNCED
La Cienega, La see-nee-guh, La see-in-ig-uh
Cahuenga, Kuhwhenga, Kuh-wang-uh
Sepulveda, Seepoleveeduh, Sup-ol-veduh
And being the history, interesting fact, nerd guy I am, here's some interesting street facts in LA and how they got their names...
Centinela Ave. - Spanish for "Centinel," the name given to the fortress-like hill which overlooks Westchester and Inglewood.
Cesar E. Chavez Ave. - Mexican-American activist who co-founded the United Farmworkers Union and inspired empowerment and social justice for Mexican-Americans.
Figueroa St. - Spanish for "Grasshopper street." During the Spanish-era pueblo days, there were farms (and grasshoppers) along the street.
La Brea Ave. - Spanish for "The Tar." The street, from Hollywood to Baldwin Hills, runs over an old oil field.
La Cienega Ave. - Spanish for "The Swamp," where this part of what was to be West L.A. was swampland.
La Tijera Ave. - Spanish for "The Scissors." La Tijera, a diagonal street, cris-crosses several major thoroughfares like a pair of scissors.
Lankershim Blvd. - Isaac Lankershim (1819-1882), agriculturalist who helped make the San Fernando Valley a successful farming region.
Mulholland Dr. - William Mulholland (1855-1935), Built the Los Angeles Aqueduct in the 1920s to bring water to the city, which allowed it to grow into the metropolis we know today. Also established the Department of Water and Power (DWP).
Olympic Blvd. - Obviously named after the Olympiad, but not in 1932 -- Los Angeles previously bid for the games in 1928 (eventually losing out to Amsterdam) and re-named the former 10th St. in the heat of Olympic-mania.
Pico Blvd. - Pio Pico (1801-1894), former governor of Mexican-Era California.
Sepulveda Blvd. - Named after the prominent Spanish Mexican family who owned numerous ranchos around Southern California.
Sherman Way. - Moses Hazeltine Sherman (1853-1932), land developer who built a streetcar line and owned property in the San Fernando Valley and Hollywood. Also served on the Los Angeles Water Board.
Slauson Ave. - Jonathan Sayre Slauson (1829-1905), entrepreneur, developer and Board of Education member. Founded the town of Azusa.
Van Nuys Blvd. - Isaac N. Van Nuys (1835-1923), farmer who developed wheat fields in the San Fernando Valley along with his father-in-law, Isaac Lankershim.
Wilshire Blvd. - H. Gaylord Wilshire (1861-1927), entrepreneur, failed politician and inventor and socialist who founded the town of Fullerton as well as developed the street that bears his name.
STREET NAME, HOW THEY PRONOUNCE IT, HOW IT SHOULD BE PRONOUNCED
La Cienega, La see-nee-guh, La see-in-ig-uh
Cahuenga, Kuhwhenga, Kuh-wang-uh
Sepulveda, Seepoleveeduh, Sup-ol-veduh
And being the history, interesting fact, nerd guy I am, here's some interesting street facts in LA and how they got their names...
Centinela Ave. - Spanish for "Centinel," the name given to the fortress-like hill which overlooks Westchester and Inglewood.
Cesar E. Chavez Ave. - Mexican-American activist who co-founded the United Farmworkers Union and inspired empowerment and social justice for Mexican-Americans.
Figueroa St. - Spanish for "Grasshopper street." During the Spanish-era pueblo days, there were farms (and grasshoppers) along the street.
La Brea Ave. - Spanish for "The Tar." The street, from Hollywood to Baldwin Hills, runs over an old oil field.
La Cienega Ave. - Spanish for "The Swamp," where this part of what was to be West L.A. was swampland.
La Tijera Ave. - Spanish for "The Scissors." La Tijera, a diagonal street, cris-crosses several major thoroughfares like a pair of scissors.
Lankershim Blvd. - Isaac Lankershim (1819-1882), agriculturalist who helped make the San Fernando Valley a successful farming region.
Mulholland Dr. - William Mulholland (1855-1935), Built the Los Angeles Aqueduct in the 1920s to bring water to the city, which allowed it to grow into the metropolis we know today. Also established the Department of Water and Power (DWP).
Olympic Blvd. - Obviously named after the Olympiad, but not in 1932 -- Los Angeles previously bid for the games in 1928 (eventually losing out to Amsterdam) and re-named the former 10th St. in the heat of Olympic-mania.
Pico Blvd. - Pio Pico (1801-1894), former governor of Mexican-Era California.
Sepulveda Blvd. - Named after the prominent Spanish Mexican family who owned numerous ranchos around Southern California.
Sherman Way. - Moses Hazeltine Sherman (1853-1932), land developer who built a streetcar line and owned property in the San Fernando Valley and Hollywood. Also served on the Los Angeles Water Board.
Slauson Ave. - Jonathan Sayre Slauson (1829-1905), entrepreneur, developer and Board of Education member. Founded the town of Azusa.
Van Nuys Blvd. - Isaac N. Van Nuys (1835-1923), farmer who developed wheat fields in the San Fernando Valley along with his father-in-law, Isaac Lankershim.
Wilshire Blvd. - H. Gaylord Wilshire (1861-1927), entrepreneur, failed politician and inventor and socialist who founded the town of Fullerton as well as developed the street that bears his name.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Carts
This is a photo of 1 of 3 shopping carts on a recent Costco trip with my mom. $300 worth of groceries to last for the next 2-3 weeks in her classroom. $300 of her own money. Money that could be spent on something we do as a family, on me, my sister, etc. I know this year my mom will likely be spending this much every other month on keeping her classroom stocked for the students. Her students really are lucky that she cares so much and spends this money on them to teach them to cook. But sometimes I just hate it when my parents say "we can't do this, we have to buy _______ for our classroom."
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Universal Boy
Remember my cousin's friend that asked about my underwear the other day?
I was thinking of searching for him on facebook the other day, but he beat me to it.
He sent me a friend request yesterday morning. I added him and didn't think much of it.
He lives 70 miles away in Burbank.
He is my cousin's friend. My cousin doesn't know I'm gay. But he was obviously interested.
Anyways, he is cute. He is 5'10 or so, probably 170lbs, brown hair with a mix of gray, and gorgeous blue eyes.
I decided since he did show interest I'd shoot him a message this morning, and did. Waiting for his response...
7:48 Edit: He sent a comment on facebook, which was basically how he is looking for work and busy applying for jobs. I just replied to him and wished him the best of luck.
He also sent me a private message on facebook asking if I'll be in his area anytime soon. I told him there are definite possibilities that I may, and wouldn't hesitate to message him.
I was thinking of searching for him on facebook the other day, but he beat me to it.
He sent me a friend request yesterday morning. I added him and didn't think much of it.
He lives 70 miles away in Burbank.
He is my cousin's friend. My cousin doesn't know I'm gay. But he was obviously interested.
Anyways, he is cute. He is 5'10 or so, probably 170lbs, brown hair with a mix of gray, and gorgeous blue eyes.
I decided since he did show interest I'd shoot him a message this morning, and did. Waiting for his response...
7:48 Edit: He sent a comment on facebook, which was basically how he is looking for work and busy applying for jobs. I just replied to him and wished him the best of luck.
He also sent me a private message on facebook asking if I'll be in his area anytime soon. I told him there are definite possibilities that I may, and wouldn't hesitate to message him.
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