Doll Domination

As most of my friends and family know, I'm a self-proclaimed teeny-bopper; therefore, I just had to cop the new Pussycat Dolls' album, "Doll Domination". I listened to it on imeem.com prior to the purchase and I appreciated every track on that sophomore album.

By the way, did you get a chance to see Nicole Scherzinger's abs? Those girls are bad-ass chicks, bodies and all! It's actually great motivation for me to keep going to the gym...


My favorite tracks include: "Space", "Played", "Out of this Club", "Takin' All Over the World"...*sigh*...nevermind, the entire album is a hit! (I know, I'm just way too pumped right now, but I have to find something to grasp onto that infuses vigor and enthusiasm in my sometimes-mundane daily grind).

Enjoy,
P

P.S. I did also cop the SATC Special Edition dvd...man, I spoil myself sometimes (as most of you know, I ALREADY have the SATC companion book). =)

been a grip

It's been a minute since my last post. A multitude of events happened last week, some mentionable and some un-mentionable.

I'll start with the MENTIONABLE:

- Came in 2nd in my company for the JP Morgan Corporate Challenge (3.5 mile race) last Wednesday in SF.
- Had a grand ole' time at our company picnic in the BBQ Terrace at the Oakland Coliseum while watching the A's game.

Now the UN-MENTIONABLE:
- Most men are really pussies in disguise.
- MOST MEN ARE REALLY PUSSIES IN DISGUISE.
I don't mean to be sexist, but it irks me when men put on a machismo facade when in reality, they are babies just like us women. I have to admit, it is a bit touching to see a grown man cry.

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budget snack

Does anyone else think that eating Skyflakes is like eating compressed Popeye's biscuits? I ate some at work today and suddenly had that thought come to mind. At any rate, they're quite good when you need a snack and probably could be a substantial substitute for a meal.

re-hash part deux

I must get this down before I start having memory lapses!

Okay, where were we? Fleur de Sel restaurant in the city- Do you remember when I said when Lats and I got to the restaurant there was only one other party of four there? I would say they were overtly-Republican white folks, mid-50s or so and older and probably commuted into the city from a New Jersey suburb (I was eavesdropping on their conversation; I tend to do that when a) Lats isn't talking to me, or b) when they're saying something noteworthy). At any rate, Lats and I were enjoying our first course and the other group was vehemently in a discussion about politics and other random, interspersed topics when the oldest fellow in the group blurted out, "Areola, you know, like the nipple!". OH MY! Apparently, it was in reference to a name that his wife (I'm assuming) was trying to pronounce and her husband was giving her some pointers- no pun intended, people.

Oh my. I was rollin' from that comment and from the other antics at the restaurant, mostly from my sheer stupidity.

So after the whole French 3-course experience, we headed over to the Brooklyn area to walk the infamous bridge. The entire bridge was what I expected, but I DID NOT expect to be walking on boardwalk planks situated above moving cars- mind you, crazy-ass New York drivers were driving! Lats kept reminding me to look down and see the drop into the green, somewhat murky water. Man, everytime I looked down, my knees would get weak and my tummy would do a somersault.





Long story short- we made it across the bridge and sauntered over to the grandiose pizzeria, Grimaldi's Pizzeria. Our asses waited in line for about an hour, give or take some change...when we finally made it into the coveted indoors, it surely resembled a typical NYC eatery/restaurant- brick walls, narrow hallways, crowded tables, shoulder-to-shoulder, elbows touching, the whole kit-n-caboodle. I couldn't exactly tell whether the pizza was delicious because it simply was or due to the fact that we waited so long in line and succumbed to the hype and jumped on the bandwagon for the sake of the shared experience. It just goes to show that sometimes we all want what everyone else wants!



Okay, here's part two of my saga. I know, folks, this is getting long and drawn out, but I can't write the entire segment in one sitting. I'm just too darn busy these days! Stay tuned for the last and final segment of my rendezvous with the East coast.

No embellishments,
P

digression

I know I was supposed to give y'all part two of my re-cap rehash, but upon reading The Times this morning, I came across this cool article on traveling to Europe and how you can employ more frugality in your traveling finances (especially since the Euro puts the American dollar to shame).

http://frugaltraveler.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/09/05/lesons-from-the-frugal-grand-tour/?em

Ironic that this article popped up recently because I was just telling my sister and mom that I wanted to live in a tiny apartment and travel overseas. I am trying to save to go to the Philippines and Italy in the next coming two years. I figure it's a lot easier to travel while you're young (relatively young, haha) and not strapped to homebase by a mortgage or family.

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trip re-cap

Okay, so I'm super-overdue with the re-hashing of my trip details. Sue me.

Anyway, this past long weekend in NYC was probably one of my most favorites of all time-simply due to the absolutely GORGEOUS weather and the fact that I was "hoofing" it in and around the borroughs with mah Boo Bear!

Here is somewhat an extensive thumbnail sketch of what kinda trouble I got into:

8/29/08 Friday: Touched down at 11:30 pm in LaGuardia. Lats picked me up and we rolled into the city to get some lamb and rice since Lord knows I've been buggin' him to take me to get Halal food. It surely didn't disappoint. I need to find a Halal joint here in the Bay to satiate my withdrawals from the chicken and rice vendor carts. Went back to Lats' pad in Jersey City and hung out like mofos (*wink*).

8/30/08 Saturday: Woke up. Made Lats' some bangin' omelettes (leftover hot dogs and sharp cheddar cheese enveloped in about 8 eggs- yes, I completely wiped out his entire carton of eggs). We played video games- more like Lats zoned out on his PS3 while I sat around, but hey, I brought my PSP too. Went to Lats' parents' house and watched "Wowowee" (don't watch it; it's a corny-ass show on TFC!). Ate at Fiesta Grill in Jersey City for the most bombest sisig (I'm telling you, I've ordered sisig all up and down NorCal and can't find any that is as good as the one at this Jersey joint)! Anyway, after that mass carnage, we got some drank at Safe-Rite and went back to the crib to imbibe.

(Man, Lats has a sexy-ass profile! oooooOOOOoooo)

We wound up getting trashed in the apartment and rolled out to meet up with J-Dizzle at Stay in the city (our only road-dawg since everyone was out-of-town or not trying to kick it). We apparently only hit up the spots that don't have cover charges...haha! At any rate, I had a fab time, but what was even more gratifying was going to St. Mark's place...wait a minute...BACK UP! I forgot to mention that J.D. drove us in Mom's Corolla to St. Mark's after our stint at Stay with his SHIRT OFF! That mofo done ripped off his shirt after I was talking hella shiet about his reptile tats. lol...COMEDY. Word to the wise- Don't talk about salamanders or J.D. will show some skin.

I digress...okay, back to the topic at hand- we hit up this little hallway of a Japanese eatery called "Udon West" and had the most banginest (yes, I know it's not a word but made-up ghetto words define the moment with more clarity) UDON!


Basically...icing on the cake.

9/1/08 Sunday: Reservations at "Fleur de Sel" at noon. Omg. Hangover though! Caught the PATH into the city and walked around Union Square for a few to kill some time before our reservation. I managed to skirt by the Whole Foods in the area to use the restroom...this particular store was a work-of-art! Three floors of organic food heaven! You know I was absolutely dying to peruse up and down the aisles and check out all of the eclectic food selections, but Lats was outside of the store waiting for me and we all know how gosh-darn impatient he is and can get. The story of NYC: long-ass lines...even to the restroom! It was so gross too because I was behind some goth chic clad in low-riding skinny jeans...so low that I saw some black butt hair creeping up to her lower back. GROSSssssssss!

Headed over to Fleur de Sel off of E. 20th Street. I was so uber-excited that I trailed behind the only other party (of 4) in the restaurant after the hostess escorted them in! Oh my! Lats yanked me and was like, "Babe! Where are you going?! You don't even know where you're going to sit!". Let's just blame that first episode on the night before's debauchery.


We had the 3-course lunch selection minus the flights of accompanying wines since we overloaded a bit too much the night before.








**EDIT: This post is getting too long to do in one sitting, and I hate to do this, but TO BE CONTINUED!**

stay tuned

I'm in New York right now...well, actually, more like Jersey City. I've been having a blast and have oodles of stories to tell and experiences to share on what little time I have to spend with mah Boo Bear (see "Inside Joke" post about the Muffin Man). NyC is definitely one of dem things that actually lives up to the hype.

Stay tuned for the updates and pictures!

Happy Laboring.
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