Archive for the year 2004
So Brian decided he’s going to continue playing racquetball with me despite his protestations yesterday. It may have had something to do with our post-racquetball conversation yesterday that went like this..
ME: If you hate racquetball so much then don’t play with me. It’s not like I force you to play.
BRIAN: I’ve told you numerous times that I don’t want to play and yet you make me anyway.
ME: If you don’t want to play racquetball with me, all you have to do is say so. I’ll find other people to play with. It’s just that it’s hard to find someone to play with because no one likes to play cut throat. They either want to play singles or doubles and we’re going to be one person short. If you’re going to be half-assed about it then I’d rather you didn’t play with me.
BRIAN: But if I don’t play with you, you’ll find some strapping, hot, young guy to play with and then you’ll leave me.
ME: That’s the idea.
I’m a horrible, horrible person – I know. LOL!
Just so you all know that I’m honest, I actually lost today. Which is why I’m sitting here blogging instead of still playing racquetball. At around eight o’clock, Brian and I were sitting at two wins each. He decides to bet me the last game that if he wins we quit playing and if I win we get to stay until nine o’clock.
He won the last game and so we had to cut the two-hour racquetball session that I had schedule short. But he only won because he hit my left boob with the racquetball and it hurt like a bitch.
ME: Son of a bitch! (as I grab my left breast to ease the pain; Brian thinks it’s hilarious and can’t stop laughing) Dude, it hurts! I may never be able to breast-feed. It’s not funny! I think it’s swollen! (Brian starts laughing even harder)
BRIAN: Enjoy it before it shrinks back to its regular size!
How can anyone concentrate on playing a serious game after that? That is BS! That is cheating. We’re supposed win based on our own physical, racquetball prowess. Psychological warfare isn’t allowed! Ugh. You can always count on Brian to cheat. He goes, “I’ll win however I can.”
And that’s fine. At least I’m not the one who’s shaving my balls.
“I only started playing racquetball to kiss ass to my boss. I didn’t think YOU would fall in love with it.”
Sorry to steal a line from Torque but that is truly the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard! Look what all that ass-kissing got him – nothing. This prooves, yet again, how retarded ass-kissing is and why I do not believe in it.
He talked me into signing up for a YMCA membership for what? So that he could continue kissing his boss’ behind? Alright, so it didn’t take a lot to convince me. Bite me.
But still, I thought that he enjoyed racquetball. He seemed to at first. That was part of the reason that I agreed. Do you really think that I would be paying $40 a month for a YMCA membership that I didn’t think would be used? If it were up to me, I would just stay home (maybe). I may be frivolous about shopping but I still have my frugal, pragmatic Asian side.
In Brian’s effort to stall from playing, we end up psychoanlyzing the situation. He thinks that I use racquetball to feel good. Umm, hello? I have toys to make me feel good. Is he referring to my self-esteem? I’m not nearly as good at racquetball as I would like to be but my self-esteem hardly needs any help. I’m awesome at a LOT of other things and that in itself makes me feel good. I don’t need any help in the self-esteem department. My head is big enough as it is..
I play racquetball because I think it’s fun. It’s as close to volleyball (which I also enjoy) as I’m going to get because I don’t know where I can play volleyball in the winter time and I don’t know any people to play with. I play because I love learning new things, games, activities. I think it’s fun and challenging. And I want to see myself improve, even by just a little bit each time.
I think he’s just a sore loser. He can’t handle that I am better at him at racquetball, of all things. But who cares who’s better at what? He is better than me at some things and I am better than him at other things. We’re not playing the game of who’s better at what. I don’t really give a shit. I just want to play dammit!
But my theory is that somehow my being better at racquetball bothers him. Like it takes away from what little semblance of manliness he has left or something. Perhaps he was amused at the notion of me getting into racquetball. And he thought that it was funny that I wanted to play so much and to try so hard to learn and get better. But deep down he was convinced that he was better than me at racquetball if he put forth just a bit of effort. Now that I’ve shattered that notion, however, it’s not so funny anymore. Now that we know that even if he tries he won’t win, he’s not so amused.
Why the discussion? Because now he has to shave his balls. That’s why.
It seemed like it had been forever since we came to visit mom and dad. Their house looks so different now than the last time we came over. They hadn’t put the Christmas decorations up then, and the furniture was arranged differently. I guess now that mom and dad are both at home most of the time they’ve got more time to do stuff with the house. Mom and dad (yes, dad is getting into it too; mom managed to get him to paint the master bedroom and master bathroom) are in a redecorating and reorganizing frenzy. Aah, the perks of working from home.
Noche Buena was nice. Matt, Logan and Jude came per usual. Ray and Tito Don came too. It was nice. Mom had tons of food. Way more than she has ever prepared and served in the past. The selection of American and Filipino foods was vast. Everything was yummy. And my belly was very, very happy.
Speaking of family gatherings, my grandmother’s tourist visa application got approved. It’s only good for a year, though. But they’ve given her as long as six months to stay. She’s coming in March. It will be her first time traveling outside of the country so she is traveling with some of our relatives who live in New Jersey. Mom and dad are then flying to New Jersey to come pick her up. And then the three of them are going back home to the Philippines later in the year so she won’t have to travel by herself at all.
I’m so excited! Since she’s staying for six months, she’ll be able to attend the June ball and meet all the other Filipino folks. I’m looking forward for her to meet Brian also. And, of course, I’m sure she’s anxious to see her very first great grandchild Logan. I love when relatives come to visit us! News of her upcoming visit is the best news I’ve heard in a while. What a great Christmas!
Speaking of.. It really is a small world. We ran into Casey Abay tonight at IHOP. We went there for post-poker munchies after Heroes. He happens to be friends with this guy that knows Brian from T-Mobile who sat with Brian, Jason and I in our booth and talked our ears off about how wonderful Brian was for what seemed like an eternity. Ugh. I get it already!
Anyway, it was so weird! To hear this guy rave about Brian.. It was nuts. It was like he worshipped him. Must’ve been the pot (and when I say pot I’m not referring to coffee) because the guy was totally stoned out of his ass.
The funny thing is that Brian would always tell me stories about reps lining up and trying to compete to get into his team because he is so fuckin’ awesome. He would tell me how all the reps just admired him and thought highly of him and everyone wanted to be on his team. I’m like, “Whatever.” We’re all deluded in one way, shape or form. I never really fully believed him until now, when I witnessed this guy just praise Brian out the ass.
Don’t get me wrong, I know Brian is wonderful but I didn’t think he was THAT wonderful.
I had to ask if Brian put him up to it or paid him to say all those things – or something. But then when that wasn’t it, I had to wonder if Brian somehow buttfucked the fella without my knowledge because of all the compliments that he was giving Brian. At one point the dude actually goes everyone at T-Mobile sucked except for Brian and then he realized that Jason works at T-Mobile and he had to back-paddle really quick and say that Jason was cool too because he was the IT guy who worked behind the scenes and made sure that everything worked. But that’s really all he had to say about Jason. Brian was his main focus, his IDOL! He was like a child meeting his hero for the first time. It was very, very weird.
At one point, the dude actually goes “I WANTED TO BE YOU!” Brian is all embarrassed to shit about the adulation so he’s trying to keep this guy’s ranting and raving level. Jason and I gave each other a look which pretty much said, “If you only knew.”
When he found that Brian had gotten fired, I thought he would cry. And then he’s like, “So what are you doing now? You’re probably working some place else where you are ten times more successful, right?” Brian told him that the termination of his employment just happened recently and he was still looking for a job. The guy is like, “They’re all assholes anyway.” And then he proceeded to tell us about he was screwed over by T-Mobile because this blonde supervisor with huge tits promised him that he would get a Monday to Friday schedule and he didn’t. He also said that he was told he was being hired on as a senior rep and then he was really just a regular rep. He’s like, “I wouldn’t have left my previous job that paid $22 an hour if I would’ve know I’d be answering phones!” Senior reps don’t make $22 an hour, mind you. So I’m not sure what he’s talking about.
He then went on to tell us how messed up it was that he had his masters degree and he was answering phones for T-Mobile. He must have brought up the master degree thing like a dozen times during the whole weird encounter. I guess he had greater ambitions than getting drunk and getting baked? Who would’ve thought?
This is what we get for spending almost three hours BS-ing at IHOP. Never again.
Next time we’re taking the food back to your house, Jason!
Brian commented that this is the weirdest night he’s ever had and he’s even sober! He added that he never had weird nights like these even when he was a stoner. It must be Jason then! The dude seems to be a magnet for weird-ass situations!
Speaking of Jason, I just realized that counting the time we spent at IHOP, we spent almost ten hours with the guy today. The sad part is that after we dropped Jason off at his place and we arrived home, the three of us proceeded to get on Yahoo! Messenger and chat. Very, very sad.
Anyway, the boring part where I narrate the evening’s events come next so feel free to stop here. You will get bored, I promise.
So you’re still reading, eh? Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.
This is how the weird night began. We went to pick up Jason around six-ish at his place. Of course, we spend several minutes looking for his freakin’ wallet which he misplaced and turned out to be in the coat closet – of all places! We decide to go to Arby’s for dinner. It’s cheap. As soon as we get out of the car, Jason’s blackberry starts vibrating. It’s Jill (Jason Dill), Jason’s “boyfriend.” Jill’s like, “I’m at your place, where are you?” Jason tells Jill we’re fixing to enter Arby’s. It turns out that Jill had gone to grab some Arby’s to bring to Jason. How sweet! His boyfriend bought him dinner.
After BS-ing for a while at Arby’s the clock strikes seven and we agree it’s time to head to Heroes. On the way there I get a call from Nick questioning whether there is, in fact, poker at seven thirty. I flip out because I’m thinking that I could’ve been playing racquetball instead of going to Heroes this early if there’s not an early session. That’s the only reason I agreed to skip racquetball. This is what I get for believing a bunch of drunk guys!
We get confirmation from a couple of people that there is, in fact, a poker game at seven thirty and when we arrive we see the poker coordinator setting up tables. Some of them were already setup even. I don’t know what Nick was smoking but apparently it impaired his vision because he didn’t see all the poker paraphernalia when came in the door. There were a few people that came who I recognized from poker at Jason’s the night before. And then Jeff was there, too. He used to play with us at Fingers. He said he’s going to start playing our Tuesday night poker game at Jason’s so that should be fun! I like Jeff.
Incidentally, I found that Jeff and Jen went to school together. He goes, “I asked her out in eight grade and she turned me down.” I go, “Maybe she could tell the future?” And then laughed hysterically. And then I realized that wasn’t very funny. Ouch! There’s a line that divides witty and mean.. And I crossed it. I really shouldn’t have said that because I like Jeff. He’s likes to bet a little happy but he’s a really nice guy. As soon as I realized what I’d said, I told him I’m sorry and that I was only joking and then gave him a hug.
Bad, bad Ching! I hope he doesn’t hold it against me and still comes to play with us next week. I’m a really good person. I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings. It just happens sometimes. You know the phrase open mouth insert foot? (Or open foot insert mouth, as I say when I’m really, really spacey.) I am prone leaving my mouth open when it should really be shut. All sorts of things, other than just my foot, end up getting inserted. Okay, that didn’t come out right but we are moving on..
Mano, Jeff and I were the final three. Mano took third and I got second. I won an APL shirt for Brian. Go me! When we got home I actually asked Brian, “Isn’t it supposed to be the guy who wins the girl a teddy bear at the fair?” To which he replies, “Yes but we’ve already determined who the man is in our relationship.” LOL! I guess we kinda-sorta have. Add gender issues to all the other issues on my list.
We also found out that I qualified for the in-house tourney on January 26. All the people who finished in the top five positions did. I’ve already marked my calendar! I’m going to miss class especially for the event but it will be worth it. There’s no entry fee (you just gotta qualify first) and it’s a $300 prize pool. First place pays $150, $100 for second place and $50 for third.
Second session was a bust. I think we were all distracted by this one guy’s sidekick. She was this chick with ENORMOUS boobs and she would sit next to him as he played. I mean, they were huge! If you were there, you probably know who I’m talking about. They were so huge that Jason was totally enamored by them. He was so enamored that he actually got caught staring! Typical.
How I got knocked out of second session is a story that I have already told at least half a dozen times so I will spare you the gory details. I went all in on pocket As and I actually lost! I was robbed!
Okay, I take that back. I will tell you the story because it is messed up! Here’s the scenario. The blinds are $2000 and $4000 at this point. The guy to my right only has $1000 left so he goes all in with his last chip. I look at my cards and I find pocket As, so naturally I go all in with my last $8500. The small blind folds. The guy in the big blind position just happened to be the chip leader and it was only $4500 more for him to call and so he does. It was the smart thing to do, given that he was holding a pocket pair himself.
The flop comes 8 3 2, or something similarly crappy. We all reveal our cards at this point. The dude that was all in for $1000 had pocket 4s and it turns out chip leader had pocket 8s, of all the cards in the world! All I could hope for was another ace to trip me up. The turn and river card are both 4s, so the guy who had $1000 left now has $4000 because he caught runners to win the main pot. The side pot where all the rest of my chips were went to the guy with the pocket 8s who was already the chip leader, thus only adding to his already huge stack. And I was the only one who got screwed over by that hand. And to think I had the MONSTER pocket pair! It was so lame! I hate it when that happens but I guess my luck had to run out eventually.
Speaking of pocket pairs, we had three people with pocket pairs at Jason on Tuesday night as well. The guy with the highest pocket pair actually won so the hand actually played out pretty fair. The remarkable park, however, is that all three pocket pairs tripped up. They were pocket 7s, Js (my favorite) and Ks going against each other. The flop comes 4 10 K. The turn is a 7 and the river is a J. I’d never seen that before. It was really amazing. But of course, the guy with the set of Ks takes the pot, naturally. As it should be. As I should’ve on the hand that was my undoing. It was totally unlucky!
Last night was probably one of the most interesting evenings we’ve had in a long, long time. I must say, it was worth skipping racquetball over. I gotta work out tonight though because I didn’t yesterday. But it works out because poker at either Zach’s or Jason’s house (depending on whether we can get a hold of Zach or not) won’t start until ten thirty or well after. Anyway, I’ll let you all know where we end up so you can come play with us if you want. It’ll be super duper fun!