Cinco de Mayo
Posted on May 8, 2005 by Ching under Life, Poker.
This is Freddy. He used to play poker with us at Loft 150 but he’s recently been playing at Side Pockets instead. I hadn’t seen him in forever until last Thursday. All because of Cinco de Mayo. Here’s what happened..
Jason was supposed to pick me up. So I’m goofing around on the internet waiting for him to call me and tell me that he’s outside the door. Around six thirty-ish I begin to wonder where he is but I’m chill. I’m not going to harrass him. Beggars can’t be choosers, you know? He’s doing me a favor and I’m grateful so I’m just surfing the web, that sort of stuff.
After a few minutes, I see my phone light up. It’s Jason.
“Are you here?”
“No, but I’m almost there. I’m at Central and Waco.”
“You’re nowhere close. What are you doing all the way over there?”
So he proceeds to tell me how he saw Amber’s ex lurking in his neighborhood and he was irked about that so he decided to tail the guy.
“Instead of taking the normal way, I took the back way because I wanted to follow his ass. He can’t keep doing this shit.” This shit being stalking Amber.
So the whole time he’s engrossed in telling me the story of how he’s following the guy etc. he totally misses the part that he’s nowhere near where I am. So I had interrupt his narrative and ask, “So why are you all the way over there? I’m at home.”
“What? What are you doing at home? We always pick you up from your work!”
Now it finally sinks in. What we have here is a failure to communicate (name that song, Bunz; you might have some competition here because I think Jason might know this, too). Brian didn’t tell Jason where to pick me up. Since they have always picked me up from work for Thursday night poker, Jason assumed that’s where I would be. Since I didn’t bother to call him myself to make these arrangements, it’s partly my fault. I should’ve called him just to make sure. I was just too busy fucking around on the internet.
I would’ve have stayed at work and just waited for him to pick me up there, but remember I couldn’t buy my tampons over lunch due to our Sweet Basil reservations so I had to buy it after work which put me back at the house. So anyway, at this point I’ve got like fifteen minutes to get there, find parking, and sign the list. So I high tail it out of the house. I left my phone at home because it needed charging. In the meantime, Brian and Jason are both trying to get a hold of me to tell me not to go anywhere because poker at Loft 150 has been canceled due to Cinco de Mayo. Like it’s not enough that they canceled it for St. Patrick’s Day. Why did both days have to end up on a Thursday night this year? Ugh.
I get to Loft 150 exactly at seven half expecting everyone to be at their tables ready to shuffle up and deal, but there is no one there. Chad, Jason, and Tiffany were all sitting together talking. I whine about how I risked life and limb to get there on time by speeding (I never speed because I always leave like fifteen minutes earlier than I should whenever I go anywhere; it’s not enough to get there on time, I like being early; add that to my list of compulsions) and how much of a disappointment it was. So we sat around and pondered our options. There’s Oscars which is just a block away, but we decided against it because Jason said the players there are worse than APL players. They don’t know how the blinds work, they act like they’ve never played poker before, and they’ll call anything because they don’t know how to figure their odds. He says they’ll have a 2% chance of winning, call an all-in bet, and they’ll get lucky on the river. It’s really bad, he says. Brian agrees. He says that he’s heard of poker brawls over there because of stupid shit. Who the hell brawls over free poker?
Then I remembered Freddy’s comment on Nick’s blog. So I tell them that Side Pockets plays on Thursdays. We call over there and they confirm that both the 7:30 pm and 10:30 pm sessions are go. It’s like 7:15 pm. Chad and I decide to ride with Jason. He stopped to get gas but we manage to get there with a minute to spare. Not bad. A bunch of Loft 150 regulars were there, too. And some people who I have seen playing poker at the Loft a few times but hadn’t seen in a while.
Brian hates Side Pockets, though. I like it for the cheap drinks (can’t beat cheap drinks; LOL). We always tend to play with the same group of people at the Loft and they know my playing style so I think not being a regular at Side Pockets works to my advantage. Plus, have I already mentioned the cheap drinks?
So anyway, if it weren’t for Side Pockets I wouldn’t have been able to play poker on Thursday. That’s how poker almost didn’t happen. But it worked for the best because I ran into Freddy, who I hadn’t seen in a long time.
Speaking of Freddy, I don’t think he knows this but we call him Little Joey, after a guy we used to play poker with at Fingers. I’d seen Joey a couple of times at the Loft, but I don’t think he and Freddy ever met. I think Joey starting coming right as Freddy stopped. Freddy bears a remarkable resemblance to him, even down to the mannerisms. Little Joey isn’t really in reference to size. We say Little Joey because Freddy is a much younger version of Joey.
By the way, while I was looking up links to these various establishments I came across the Wichita Live Web Cam. It’s awesome! You can select some of the presets or control the cam yourself by zooming in and out and panning to different directions. You all know how much I enjoy sharing the cool things that I find. With the Wichita River Festival going on right now, there’s a lot of activity downtown. I think the cam will be pretty entertaining. Much more entertaining than ours, that’s for sure. Enjoy!
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Cheapest Haircut
Posted on May 8, 2005 by Ching under Life.
I just love how my hair smells and feels after a haircut. You probably can’t tell from this picture, but I really did get my hair cut. It’s three inches shorter and I’ve got long bangs now. Short layers, long bangs – same difference. Brian actually wanted it shorter. Probably about above the shoulder or shoulder length. With all of the layers, though, it looks pretty short on the front. I figured this was a good compromise. It’s long, but the layers satisfy what Brian wants. It’s amazing how lighter my hair feels after a simple three inch trim. Speaking of my haircut, it is the cheapest haircut I have ever gotten. The $7 tip I gave to Brittany actually cost more than the $5 that I paid for my haircut.
The haircut only cost me only $5 because I had a $26 certificate to Eric Fisher. Jackie had won it at the KANSEL Team Trivia fundraising event a couple of Fridays ago. She gave it to me because she said she would never use it. It works out perfect because that’s where I get my haircut anyway. Brian won a $10 gift certificate to Marchello’s which we gave to her in exchange.
It has been way too long since my last haircut. My ends were actually starting to split. With finances being tight, we can’t really afford to spend money on unnecessary expenses. And please don’t bring up my waxings because I truly feel that they are a necessity. I just can’t stand being hairy!
Actually, you should all be proud of me because I haven’t done any shopping in forever. It’s probably been six months. That’s quite an accomplishment since I used to be such a shopaholic. I’m much better now. Of course, you all know that I just went from one addiction to another. Instead of shopping, I just have lots and lots of sex these days. I’ve discovered that orgasms give me the same euphoric feeling that I used to get from shopping. Only cheaper! Speaking of shopping, we did get Brian some jeans last week. We had to buy him some because he had outgrown all of his old ones. He needs size 36″ waist jeans now. We got a couple of jeans for him at Old Navy for about $20. It’s amazing! One of mine usually sets us back three times that amount. So really I have watch my weight not just because I don’t want to get fat, but also because I can’t afford to buy new clothes! We also got him a pair of shoes yesterday. At less than $40, they weren’t too expensive. He said he needed them because his other camel-colored slip on shoes have this pungent odor that won’t go away. I’m not sure the shoes are the problem, really. I’m thinking now we probably should have bought some foot spray or foot odor repellent powder or something. Just kidding, baby! You know I have to pick on you! Hey, I pick on myself, too.
I’m actually tempted to share my Jessica Simpson moment at the fundraiser, but I’m afraid that you’ll all think I’m a complete idiot. I’m really not. I just like acting dumb because I’m less intimidating that way. I remember giving Jason that line, and he replied, “Like you could really intimidate someone with your barely five foot frame.” Maybe he’s right. But people think I’m funny when I act retarded and blurt out my ridiculous opinions.. Or is it that they are laughing at how much of an idiot I am?
Sometimes I wish I were a blonde, white girl so that people wouldn’t question my intelligence when I have my spacy moments (which seem to happen quite frequently; so frequently that Brian is convinced that I was blonde in a past life, if you believe in that sort of thing). Instead they would just accept it. LOL!
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Saturday Night
Posted on May 1, 2005 by Ching under Games, Life.
Brian and I felt lazy yesterday so we didn’t dress up for dinner. Actually, we had to do some grocery shopping so we opted to go to dinner early and then shop at Sam’s Club after. We initially planned on going to Carrabba’s around 4 pm, but Nausicaa ran longer than either of us expected. Brian, having already seen the movie when it first came out in the 80s, offered to just pause the movie and finish it when we return. However, I got so engrossed that I didn’t want it to be interrupted. So we had to watch it straight through. We finished the movie at about ten minutes until 5 pm which was perfect timing. Brian was starving and I don’t think he could’ve held off any longer. The nice thing is that we live only about five minutes from the restaurant (this is if you take K96, we prefer taking the freeway whenever we can). We had an Antipasti Platter (consisting of calamari, bruchette of the day and mozarella sticks – Carrabba’s has the best mozarella sticks around these parts, I think), Brian had a Caesar salad, we shared the Chicken Gratella (the waitress messed up and got fettuccini alfredo instead of spaghetti pomodoro, so we ended up with both and had more pasta than we could eat) and tiramisu (the best tiramisu I’ve ever had; Brian had a couple of bites but I ate most of it). Even with my glass of sangria (Brian wouldn’t let me get a pitcher, lol) and Brian’s soda our bill only came to $34. With the $25 gift certificate that Lisa sent (Brian’s stalker friend) we only had to pay $16, tip included. That’s the cheapest we’ve ever spent there. It was awesome. Thanks, Lisa! After that we did shopped for groceries at Sam’s and then went home. Jason and Amber came to pick us up at around 8:30 pm for the late poker session at Rose Bowl West. On the drive there, Jason filled us in about his recent trip to Bellingham. We also found out that he and Amber are both moving to Atlanta together in July. It will be really sad when they leave. Jason has become a really good friend of ours over the last few months and he’s become a fairly regular fixture in my blog stories. Poker was alright. It’s only the second time that we’ve ever played at Rose Bowl West. Most of the other players were unfamiliar to me, which suited me just fine because I play better against strangers. Brian took 9th and I took 3rd. Amber did really well for her first poker event. I felt sure she would take first place. That always happens because of the whole beginner’s luck thing. She still did really well though. I have this propensity for blurting out the most ridiculous, inappropriate statements at the most inopportune times and I had another such moment at poker. Right before the session began, Brian, Amber and I were chatting and I was telling Amber how “we ate on Lisa” earlier that day. After realizing what I just said, I had to elaborate that I meant we used the gift certificate that the crazy woman sent. Of course, that’s nothing compared to when I asked Brian to “eat my biscuit” while ordering food in line at KFC. I don’t like biscuits and the food I wanted to order came with it. I just wanted to make sure that Brian would eat mine so it wouldn’t go to waste. Otherwise I’d other something else. That was the whole purpose of my question. Brian later explained to me that what I just said was the polite way of saying eat my pussy. I have a lot to learn when it comes to colloquialisms, I know. After poker we went to Wildfire Diner (the website needs some work, but they’re local and not a national chain) to grub. Jason and Amber are night owls who like to eat late. I was still full from gorging myself at Carrabba’s earlier that day, but I ended up ordering crispy bacon so that I wouldn’t be the only one not eating. The conversation was really great. I laughed so hard that I cried on several occasions. We all had a good time. While at the diner, Jason and Amber introduced us to a game they play called categories. Basically, you come up with a category and everyone goes around stating an item from that category until someone is stumped or says something that has already been said. That person loses and has to come up with the next category. It’s supposed to be a drinking game, but since Brian doesn’t drink the game had to be modified. We tracked our losses with packets of sugar. We eventually ran out of Equal packets and had to use Splenda. The game is pretty fun. Although, I think it would be tons more fun as a drinking game. I really sucked at, though. I lost with like 11 or 12 packets of sugar. Brian didn’t do that much better. Jason and Amber had an obvious advantage having played the game numerous times before. Anyway, Brian and I decided to play the categories on the way home from my parents’ house today. My parents live in Derby so we had a bit of time to play. I actually won the Mel Gibson movies category against Brian which is quite an accomplishment, considering he is a bigger movie buff than I am. I also almost won sci-fi movies category which really impressed the hell out of Brian. He thought that I would be stumped after three turns but we kept going for at least 15 turns. I lost when I said The Rocketeer because Brian challenged that the movie didn’t belong in the sci-fi category. I argued that the technology didn’t exist in the era the story is set and therefore it is science fiction. Brian didn’t buy my argument and since he is more knowledgeable about the subject than I am, I relented. Although, I just checked the IMDB (Internet Movie Database) web site and confirmed that the movie is classified as sci-fi also (among other genres) so I was right after all! Go me. I should’ve won that round, too! Speaking of challenges, we did Wichita apartment complexes as a category and Brian said Willowbend. I argued that the apartment complex is named Willow Creek and he insisted on being right and I insisted that we verify because I knew I was right. We actually had to take a slight detour before coming home. I was right, naturally. Ha! Ha! Ha! Too bad we didn’t make a wager.
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Cosmetic Surgery for Your Vagina
Posted on April 30, 2005 by Ching under Sex, Sponsored Post.
File this under the list of things I’ve never really thought about. Until two seconds ago when I witnessed an episode about labia menora reduction on Dr. 90210.
I think I’m coming down with something. I was doing step class at the gym and then I got dizzy so I decided not to stay for the other two fitness classes that I normally do (high/low and PHAT). Had I stayed and not come home I would’ve continued living my life not knowing that you could have cosmetic surgery for your vagina.
I’d watched some pornos before where the women had really flappy, ugly-looking vaginas. I’ve never really looked at myself down there so sometimes I’ll comment on how gross it looks and ask Brian if my pussy is ugly like that. Brian always says no. He says that’s what happens to pornstars who have had way too much sexual intercourse. Their vaginas get worn out.
How wrong he is!
Apparently some women are born that way. And now they can do something about it. There are cosmetic surgeons today who specialize in labia reductions and laser vaginal tightening for those who want to make their vaginas less scary-looking. The idea is really foreign to me, though.. And (the practitioners of this surgery are going to hate me for this) I feel it’s unnecessary for regular people. I mean, unless you’re a pornstar who makes a living off showing your vagina and having it filmed, no one really looks at that. I mean, really.
I guess I can’t relate because I have a normal-looking vagina. If I had an ugly vagina I’d probably be singing a different tune. But then, of all the things you could spend money on, how could you justify spending money on something that only one other person will see?
I can’t even justify getting a boob job and that’s what I really need because I have none. LOL!
OMG! Speaking of things that I’ve never thought about, here’s another: bung hole bleaching.
Are you serious? This is even more outlandish than the vaginal cosmetic surgery. I just watched pornstar Tabitha Stevens have the treatment done. They waxed her ass and then bleached her bung hole.
I get my bikini wax at one o’clock today. I think I will ask Patricia if she’s ever heard of it and maybe we can try it on me one day. Just kidding! She’ll probably think I’m strange. Assuming she doesn’t think I am already.
I’ll have to ask Brian if he thinks my bung hole is too dark and if he thinks it will be prettier if it’s bleached to the same color as my ass cheeks. Ha! Ha! Ha! Only in the United States! This stuff is insane!
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Brutal Honesty
Posted on April 27, 2005 by Ching under Life.
This is for Bunz. In response to your comment on the blog entry from mean Ching. Brutal honesty is what blogging is all about. Why bother sharing your feelings on the web if you’re not going to be honest? I’m going to try to be as honest as I can be on here without getting myself in trouble. You can hold me to that. Speaking of honesty.. I am even :more: honest in the comments section of other people’s blogs. So if you really want to know my secrets, read the blogs that I read and look for me in the comments. 😉
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