Traveled up this weekend to UCLA for Victor’s post birthday celebration. Cruised up on Friday with Nancy and Adam and after a bit of time at his apartment, we went out to a spot in Santa Monica called Gotham Hall. Some of the girls (we went with Mike, James, Irene; two of Victor’s friends, Susan, Ana; and Victor’s neighbors) fenangled us in for half price and got birthday boy in for free. As we’re standing outside, I could hear the music and it sounded really good so I started getting crazy excited and the whole first twenty minutes while we were getting drinks, the music just kept getting better and better (Souls of Mischief, Black Eyed Peas…etc). Then, of course, pretty much as soon as we tried to go dance, the music got worse and worse until the techno inevitably came on. Bleh. The place was very nice however, and it had pool tables and booths and a very nice atmosphere. The crowd was a nice size but a little quiet. I hate that feeling of thinking there’s gonna be some great music to dance to and then realizing that never again will hip hop come on. It’s like hearing a basketball off in the distance and getting excited only to arrive and see a couple of eight year olds playing. Nancy went to coerce the DJ into more hip hop but he flat out lied to her and said “ten more minutes.” Punk. But, the night was not a failure because Victor imbibed enough liquor to have fun and to pass out upon arrival at home.



The next day we had some dim sum in Chinatown (how many of you even knew there was a Chinatown in LA? Outside of Monterey Park? I didn’t). The dim sum wasn’t so great and it was all shrimp (I’ve never seen Adam eat so little. Ha.) and the ladies pushing the carts were very aggressive and pushy. Thinking that perhaps we were dim sum neophytes they tried to pawn off crappy dishes by putting stuff on the table while we were deciding but we quickly shot them down with a grimace and a growl (good job GaGa). After getting some buo ba (at Victor’s favorite place, with bright green tea boba) we attempted to go to the Getty Museum but the line was too long and we just ended up getting Didi Riese and chilling at Victor’s apartment. The whole weekend was filled with great conversations, about all sorts of topics and it was nice to get some time to talk about random bullshit. Next week though, we are definitely going to find some real music because this lump in my stomach won’t go away until I’m satisfied.