Henry and I went down to the basketball courts. It was here that I noticed how outgoing some little kids are. They must have been less than half my age and they were talking shit, and getting all rowdy and shit. Those kids are saying clever, smart-ass remarks to other kids who would just do the same back.
It makes me think back to when i was a kid...yehh...definitely never was like them. I was always that quiet little Chinese dork who didn't have many friends because I didn't talk much. I even remember some of the sadder moments. Lol emo shit that I can laugh about now.
Anyways, Henry and I shot around before playing pickup games. We won some lost some. I hurt my left foot somehow. I think I strained a tendon or something. When tilt my foot upwards it hurts like a mother giving birth. Okay just a little exaggeration but I was bitching about it all day to everyone. SORRY!!
Henry and I went to the pool to meet up with folks and we took pictures and did some cool shit. Like this...
We shoulda chicken fighted...chicken fought? Oh wait, Winnie's boobs might pop out.
During the trip, we had many topics of interest we spoke about. One of them, were of course our ex's. Along that subject, we also spoke about "the look" that our ex's would give us when they were mad or something...
Before...
After I did something that makes her mad...
Swimming came to an abrupt end when our stomachs started feeling empty and our mouths salivated. Our desired food of choice? Fish fuckin' tacos! Back to the hotel suite we go to change, get ready, and what not. Here is a picture of Sunny that I really enjoy looking at.
He didn't know what was goin' on.
So on our way we go back to Laguna Beach to find that place.
After our first fail. "We can't stop. We came here for fish tacos and we won't leave till we get 'em!" (Or something like that) - Winnie.
After failing many many times and being in a time crunch, we settled with ice cream.
We scurried home empty stomached and prepared a grand meal for Pam's. After all, they did let us stay here and whatnot. So ALL OF US, helped with cooking and setting up the tables and whatnot. Sunny was probably the least helpful with everything. He didn't do shit to help us out. In the end, it all came together. The family plus guests shared dinner around the table together. I was enjoying this moment, feeling as if nothing in this world matters. I was genuinly happy with practically everything in life.
By the way, Pam's brother is named Stanley and yes, it did make everything that much more complicated during the vacation.
Pam's father knows I drink and all the guys are allowed to drink. But, during dinner that night, I chose coconut juice over an alocholic beverage. Stories surrounded the table as we traded words and conversations. I grabbed the bottle of wine sitting on the table just before Pam's father talked about his fraternity back in college "freemasons". I was starting to get a buzz and I was just getting into the conversation. I've never anything about freemasons until I watched National Treasure with Nicholas Cage. So the word coming out of Pam's dad's mouth was unexpected especially under the influence.
Mr. Martian and Arielle hit us up and let us know they were here. FINALLY! We hopped in the car to get the juice from Albertsons.
Since this is us Newark guy's last night here, we decided to party hardy!
This is my drink! Vodka Cranberry introduced to me last summer.
Mr. Martian and Pam. "Martin...are you gay?!?!?!" - My phrase of the vacation.
Henry passed out within 30 minutes of drinking so we surrounded him the whole night. I was mos def watching Transformers on the HD.
End of the second night. :)
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