Daily Archive for August 6th, 2004

Your opinion please….

Every day on the way home I drive past this billboard – in fact I wait at a light that takes at least 3 – 5 minutes to change and this is my view….

What do you think?


I was just about to fall into a comfortable tequila-induced slumber when my cell phone rang by my bedside. Seeing as it was 1am, I thought it was some sort of emergency and leapt up to answer it.

“AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” came my Mom’s shrieking voice coming through from the other end. Did I mention she is calling from Taiwan to scream at me?! (Note: My Mom is very loud. Her shrieking like this is actually quite normal and is usually nothing to worry about too much.)

Bleary-eyed and groggy, I stumbled out of bed and into my walk-in closet, closed the door and turned on the light. I’ve been told that I am kind of loud when I talk to my parents.

“What’s wrong? What’s the matter?” I asked frantically.

The only intelligible words that came from her mouth were something about “just talking to your aunt,” “need to put some charges on your credit card,” and “did you call your father?”

My brain feels like it’s been scrambled and she says, “Hold on, here’s your brother.”

Bro gets on the phone and apologizes, “She’s been all nervous/excited all day, sorry. I told her not to call, but she said that you’re always up at 1am (good point) and that she was just talking to Auntie (who is also in my time zone) and she’s still up, so of course you’d still be up.” Ok, what the hell kind of logic is that?!

Anyway, neither my Mom nor my Bro had emergencies (thank goodness), but they did successfully wake me up and make it impossible for me to lie in bed without shaking nervously.

I figured I’d be better off blogging.

So I reek of tequila…

… but the margaritas were great. I ate too many chips. Oh well. I have leftover fajitas for tomorrow.

Happy birthday, Jay. It was nice to see you 5000, Sean, Caryn, and all the non-bloggers.

Here’s a picture of the light in the bathroom.

Say it with me… Ooh, pretty.

Is this what happens to me when I have tequila?

P.S. – Dad called at 10:30 tonight. I called him at 11:00 when I left El Conquistador in Silverlake.

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