Moving on out

I haven't been blogging for a while, since work was starting to pick up for me. But then again, not much has been going on in my life. I went out with my friend A and his gf R for their friend's birthday at the Matrix Club in SF the other weekend. I didn't know anybody else there but somehow I accidentally had a chick buy me a drink at the bar. The story behind it is a bit more lame than it sounds, but for some reason I thought it was open bar, and didn't notice she paid for my drink while I was talking about effen pomegranate martinis that she was ordering. After she invited me to sit down with her group, I was talking to my friend and realized that it wasn't open bar, and she had paid for my drink. I felt bad for tacking my drink onto her order, so I sat down with her group, and bought them a round of drinks. They were heading out to a dance club, and invited me to join them, but I was with my friends and had to decline. Now I know what you're thinking, she's picking up on me, but i noticed a big fat ring on her wedding ring finger, and I think that the guy sitting next to her is her husband. I didn't get a chance to ask, and either she was really friendly, or she was trying to set me up with her friend next to her. Either way, I couldn't join them, and I'm not really into older caucasian women either, though they were a nice friendly bunch.

The ex tells me she got an apartment in SF and is moving in during thanksgiving weekend, and she's reposessing all her stuff, including my roommate. Just in time to have my family over to my place for thanksgiving dinner before all the kitchenware and couches go back to their original owner. I did get to try out the turkey fryer my parents bought me. A huge pot and a heavy duty propane burner. I downloaded Alton Brown's Good Eats episode on turkey frying, and found out that I needed 4 gallons of oil for the turkey! I just came from a costco buying spree purchasing their stainless steel pot & pan set, some kitchenware items, 2 gallons of canola oil, and a set of Kitchenaid silicone kitchen utensil set, just like the set my ex took back. Now I need to go back and buy 2 more gallons of oil. I brine the turkey the night before, fire up the turkey fryer, and watch in amazement at the amount of heat and sound that thing puts out. At full throttle, the burner sounds like a jet plane! Unfortunately I think I cooked the turkey too long as it came out kinda dry, even after brining it. Next time I'll have to take it out 5 minutes earlier.

A couple days later, the movers came and took all of her stuff. She didn't even show up but had my roommate coordinate everything. Guess it was too hard for her to show up or something. Now the house seems eerily empty and quiet. Although I'm used to being at home alone, it's a bit different when you know nobody is going to back ever again. Guess I'll need to get used to it, although I now realize that this is the first time I've ever lived alone, without parents, family, gf, roommate, or anybody.

I've got most of the stuff replaced, except for the couches. I seem to be having a hard time deciding what to get, especially since I'm trying to keep my budget low, especially now that I don't have my roommate's and my ex's rent money to pay off the steep mortgage payments I incurred. But I think I've decided on a microfiber couch and a loveseat. It'd be even better if one of them was a recliner and the other a sofabed, all for under $1,000. Not sure if that'll ever happen, but I'm looking.

So far I've been killing time by cleaning the house, playing video games, and reading other people's blogs. Yah, I know, boring, but that's my life right now. Too many of my friends are married with kids. I need to start hanging out with more single people more often.

Night out

Went out last weekend for my friend's birthday, and hit up a club at night. First time I've been to a club in a long time, especially after breaking up with the ex. I thought it would be good to get out and meet some new people. But my friend started talking a bit about the ex, and I got way depressed and couldn't get out of my slump the whole night. I didn't really feel like talking too much and just kept being a total bore the whole night. Not my best night in terms of socialness. I really gotta get outta this slump, as it seems to get worse with more time. Dammit, I really miss her.

In more less depressing news, this coming weekend is my friend's wedding. Which happens to be at the same time as my cousin's wedding. Which happens to be the same night my friend and his GF are going out to a club. Can you say scheduling conflict? Now I can probably make it to the club to see my friend after the wedding, but I'm pretty screwed with both weddings. I've decided I'm going to my friend's wedding since I responded to him first.

Team Building, Distractions

On Thursday, our company had our first department outing at City Beach in Fremont. That place is pretty cool, there were tons of rock climbing walls, pool, ping pong, virtual bowling, darts, basket ball, volley ball courts, and a full bar. I think I ended up doing almost everything there. Near the end we had our team building sessions.

On Friday, I went out with my friend and his GF whom I haven't met before. In order to protect the innocent, I will not name names. My first impression when I saw her was, "Holy crap those are huge boobs!" In fact, I think they were the largest pair I've ever seen in real life that didn't belong to a stripper or porn star. Yah, they were something in the order of magnitude of a F cup. I had to constantly remind myself to keep looking at her from the neck up, otherwise I'd be caught staring and talking directly to her boobs as if they were a microphone. Now I've dated a girl who had pretty large boobs for an asian girl, a C cup bordering D cup, and I've caught my friends (guys and girls) staring and talking directly at her boobs all night long. Especially when she was wearing her low cut tops and showing off what she got. But I've never been so distracted before in my life.

I know my friend reads my blog ocassionally, so if your GF is reading this, and I know you'll show it to her, I apologize if you caught me staring. I tried my best, and actually thought I pulled it off successfully.

Never good enough

My parents came by on sunday to have dinner with me. My mom always has something to say about something, and it's always negative. I took them to Joy Luck Place in downtown San Mateo, I thought it was pretty decent, dishes were a bit smaller than what I'm used to. Throughout the whole dinner I hear my mom commenting on stuff in chinese. My chinese isn't that good, so I didn't catch all of it, but I know there was alot of complaining involved. After the meal was over, I asked my mom what she thought, and immediately started to talk it down, saying how this dish was too sweet, and this dish was too oily, and Mr. Fong's in Foster City was better. While I thought Mr. Fong's wasn't bad, and oil-free, I also thought it was pretty bland. I'll take oily and flavorful over bland and oil-free.

Even when I bought my new house, I see my mom scrutinizing every detail. Eventually she complained that there are too many lights in the house and my electric bill will be expensive. And then proceeds to start counting all the light bulbs in the house. Gaahh!!!!
I do admit I do have alot of light bulbs in the house. But I do have recessed lighting in all the rooms except the 2nd bedroom. My kitchen has 7 recessed lights, each light has 2 fluorescent bulbs, along with under counter fluorescent lights, while the open living / dining room has 4 incandescent spotlight bulbs on each side, for a total of 8. Now I know that's alot more lights than what my parents are used to, one bulb for each room, it's also a helluva lot brighter than their house, and the kitchen is completely fluorescent, so they don't use as much energy.

My parents drive me crazy!!!!