Weekend in Brief 1 & 2

Feb 17-19 Joined 20+ buddies for a San Diego fest of rowdy dining at the Yard House and high class clubbing at Stingaree. Congratulations to Alex on being alive for a quarter of a century.

Feb 24-26 Partied it hearty in deep O.C. on Friday and uncovered a vein of hope. There really is something to do around these parts! Nightlife abounds in the corner pocket. Then hit up L.A. the next day for an adventure in dance theater.

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Good times will always be had, only the faces change. Living with Brandon for the past year and a half, we finally had the opportunity to hang out for the first time this weekend. Here’s to the bacchanalia that went down at Atlanta Lounge, busting moves to classic hip-hop; hats off to the truck stop diner at 3 AM on a lonely stretch of Pacific Coast Highway. Endless ocean fog all around.

And another glass of wine and beer, the rallying of the horde (Jennifer, James, Diane, Jimmy, Lori) on Saturday to our nearest cultural hubbub, the City of Los Angeles, for Alvin Ailey Dance Theater at the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion. Starstruck by fine dancers leaping with animalistic grace, defying both Earth and the human race. Such a strange mix of Southern hymns, house, and poetry.

Dance and Circumstances

Some days ago, my sister mentioned that an acclaimed dance troupe was coming to town. From her zealous ramble, I was only able to pick up the first garbled syllable of a name that was repeated several times, Alv… err… Ave? Lava? Ailing? I had no idea what she was talking about.

Turns out the troupe is the renowned Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater, which was discerned only after hearing an intelligible description of the group on KCRW.

Looks like we’re going.

Forever Young by Alphaville

Let’s dance in style, lets dance for a while
Heaven can wait we’re only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you going to drop the bomb or not?

Let us die young or let us live forever
We don’t have the power but we never say never
Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip
The music’s for the sad men

Can you imagine when this race is won
Turn our golden faces into the sun
Praising our leaders we’re getting in tune
The music’s played by the madmen

Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever and ever

Some are like water, some are like the heat
Some are a melody and some are the beat
Sooner or later they all will be gone
Why don’t they stay young

It’s so hard to get old without a cause
I don’t want to perish like a fading horse
Youth is like diamonds in the sun
And diamonds are forever

So many adventures couldn’t happen today
So many songs we forgot to play
So many dreams are swinging out of the blue
We let them come true

Flat Iron Steaks and Stories

Yesterday, I met up with some old college buddies for a mini-reunion near UCSD campus. Even though I was half an hour late, TGIF didn’t seat us until 5 minutes after my arrival. Yea! My fellow congregation thus had ample time to re-acquaint, sparing me the initial awkwardness that oft accompanies re-acquaintings. And a quick acquainting on my part with the available beers and spirits helped ward off any further potential discomforts.

In between rounds, David (Kim) recounted what was probably the most ridiculous prank we had ever pulled. The joke itself was rather straightforward: we wanted to see if we could convince Dina that he had a secret admirer. And since most of us were either dorming with him or living less than 20 seconds away, planting the evidence was pretty easy too. In retrospect, the hardest part was maintaining a straight face each time someone dropped off a note or walked in to mention offhandedly that “a girl was just here looking for you,” at which point, Dina would (without fail) poke his head out, trying to guess who she was, as the rest of us crowded around, egging him on and cheering.

This raucousness spanned several days with varied methods of attack. It may have been the staged online chat session that finally sealed the deal; in any case, Dina took the bait and arranged to meet the mystery girl. Unfortunately, we never thought it would get that far! Where were we going to get a mystery girl this late in the game? As luck would have it, when the big evening came around, unbeknownst to Dina as he groomed and bathed, a nearby suite of girls was hard at work make-overing his blushing date: the most selfless and daring comrade, David (Fu)!

What emerged from their enthusiasm is almost unspeakable… from a distance, it resembled a wobbling behemoth balanced on cheap high heels, too tall (Fu was the tallest amongst us) to easily wrap one’s arms around but still ripe with bouncy, lumpy curves (from a donated bra, a slinky dress, and… dear Lord, was it fruit?). From a distance, the mashup of makeup on an oddly familiar face was not immediate cause for concern: the upturn curve of red lips; demur eyes acast in shadow; and lovely bangs framing two powdered cheeks masked everything under a layer of femininity. Certainly, from a distance…

But up close, Dina actually leapt back in horror! Everyone turned around as he fell over a chair, scrambling back from the abomination. Of course, he eventually caught on; and, well… I’d say he was a pretty good sport about it. Once the initial shock wore off, he flirted right back, puckering up close for a kiss, until Fu finally ran away to reclaim the last vestiges of his dignity. We may even have a picture (or an entire reel) of it somewhere.

What hilarity!