Weekend Highlights:

I'm back from spending the 4th of July Weekend in the Bay Area. It was a great weekend and I have little interest in being under fluorescent lights at the office today; I plan to show my discontent in suitable passive-aggressive fashion.

On Friday, Michael threw me a welcome home party. I thought it would be a "party" consisting of just Michael, my mom and a cake, but he actually packed the house with family friends and relatives. He put up an announcement sign on our door describing the highlights of the party, if you call 12 sheets of paper covering the entire door, detailing EVERYTHING, from day/month/year/time in which this party will take place, all music CDs that will be played, and every phone number imaginable that will be needed to contact us about the party, a sign. I'll post a picture of it with all the text later. It was funny as hell.

Jake wanted to shower when we first got there, and finding soap became a huge ordeal. He asked for some soap since all that was in the guest bathroom was shampoo. First they presented him with another bottle of shampoo. He clarified that he wanted soap. After more searching, Michael tried to tell Jake that they don't manufacture soap anymore. I think shampoo was brought out again accompanied by the question, "Are you sure this isn't soap?" I decided to get involved and found a bar of soap hidden in one of the showers. It seems there was a misunderstanding about what exactly we were looking for. My family thought we were looking for specifically a bar of soap, and they explained that they don't have bar soap because they use mostly liquid soap now.

The next day, we went to Costco to get get some meat for the bbq. I opened our spare fridge in the garage to store the meat and found...a 12 pack of Irish Spring soap on the top rack.

I mean, OF COURSE. Why WOULDN'T the soap be in the fridge?

We went to visit my grandfather's grave in the afternoon. I caught a frog, but let it go when it was time to leave.

Around dinnner time, my mom asked us, "What do you guys want for dinner? Italian, Caucasian or Chinese?" Caucasian?

I had called Aubrey to let him know I was in town and he told me that Simar was having a birthday party that night. I went over around 1:45am, and we all sat around in Simar's backyard, shooting the shit. Jeff is proposing to his girlfriend.

The next day was 4th of July and we had a bbq. I spent the day preparing the food which included:

Cantaloupe with Prosciutto
Goat Cheese and Strawberries
Stilton Cheese w/ Apricots and Crackers
Filet Mignon marinated in Kickass Secret Sauce
Korean Short Ribs
Jerk Chicken Drumsticks
Louisiana Hot Links
Grilled Salmon in Butter, Crushed Garlic and Thyme
Buttered Corn

For drinks, I made a pitcher of a new drink that I improvised that day, which was made with:

Vanilla Stoli
Coconut Rum
Pineapple Juice
Lime
Pina Colada Mix
Berry Sprite Remix

Food, drink and company were awesome.

Candice, my cousin, Bohr, and I played drinking poker by the pool, with the stakes being quantities of beer. We got suitably drunk, at which time I stripped and jumped into the pool.

I drove back the next day with Jake and one of his friends (identity not disclosed), who was intent on scoring weed. He asked attendants and fellow patrons if they had any whenever we stopped for gas. He had a profile and everything about likely people who would have some. We never scored any but we sure did stereotype many, many minivans full of Hispanics.

Weekend Ratings (1-10):
Fun Factor - 10
Nakedness - 8
Drunkenness - 9
Sleepiness - 6
Crankiness - 3
Gluttony - 9
Style - 7.8
Form - -3
Substance - couldn't find any