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October 26, 2004
A really bad dream...
Last night, I had the worst dream ever. Scott and I are no longer together but we are still friends. We are on a camping trip and Scott and I are sharing a tent. The dream is fine and dandy until Scott starts to have sex with a friend of his in the tent. I cry as I watch Scott under my sleeping bag. The dream was so vivid it actually felt real. I woke up and man was my heart pounding. And in my condition, that's not really a good thing. It's 1:33 in the morning and I'm balling like a 10 year old girl. Earlier that day I had did some serious cleaning of Scott's loft. I mean SERIOUS cleaning. I re-arranged furniture, dusted, moped, vacuumed and I even put up the suede panel I sewed a few months back. You would swear I was on crack or something. I was getting dizzy and even fell down the stairs trying to have the place clean before he got home. Also that day, Scott had the windows on the upper level of the loft covered (they look amazing BTW.) so he was looking forward to seeing them finally up. So I thought I would go over the top and re-do the loft to make it look even more amazing. I was so pleased with the out come that I couldn't wait for Scott get home to see it. Yeah, he didn't like the way I moved couches. I was was mad, then hurt, then mad, then hurt again. It was a vicious cycle of emotions. I guess I thought I was going to get a "wow honey, the place looks great" Instead I get "Uhh what's this, what's going on here" as he gestures to the living room's apparent poor arrangement.
I was so mad that I decided not to speak to him because he had no clue what I had to go though to get it done. He asked if I was still mad, and I for a change said "yes". I always say "I'm fine" or "I'm ok". Scott told me he hates when I do that, so I didn't. I told him how I felt and he apologized. End of story right? A person in their right mind would've just let it go. Not me. I had to stay mad because my "good" work was under scrutiny. He did nothing wrong but give an opinion on HIS LOFT. Who am I to be pissed off at how he wants his loft to look? The answer was simple. I'm a Leo and I will not be seconded guessed.
I realized that the dream was very "Christmas Carol" 'esque. Meaning "Things yet to pass" I looked up stairs and thought, I can fix this right now. I can go up stairs, grovel and beg Scott to accept my apology for being a complete ass and the dream will be just that, a dream... a really bad dream. I will do anything to right a wrong, especially if MY wrong could end the best thing that ever happened to me. I wiped the tears from my eyes and headed up the stair well. I get into bed and try not to cry anymore. Scott wakes up and goes to the bathroom. I figure I have a few minutes to calm myself and stop the sobbing. He gets back into bed and pokes my arm and whispers "I'm sorry". God I almost lost it again. I mumble back "I'm sorry too". He held me in his arms and we chatted about the nights mis-hap's.
Sad thing is, if I told Scott what I was planning on doing in the first place, I might not have wasted my time and risked another heart attack. Eh, live and learn. Todays lesions? Don't be so bloody sensitive, let your partner have an opinion, and not everything I do will be liked (even though it looked awesome!)
Posted by roque at 05:08 PM | Comments (4)
Thank you...
Last week, a customer ordered a french dip sandwich and we forgot to pack up the au-jus. Opps. She called and was beyond pissed (and why shouldn't she be). I apologized and asked her where she was currently at. I knew she had to be close by because I was the one who rung her up, and I swore it was with-in the last few minutes. Sure enough she was a few blocks away, so I told her to sit tight and look out for me cause I was bringing her au-jus to her. She was surprised. I felt so bad. If we make a mistake, then we should do what ever it takes to make that customer happy and most importantly, retain her as a customer. I packed up a little cup of au-jus and a piece of chocolate cake to help smooth things over. Before I could even get to her office, she came running outside with a huge smile on her face. I gave her the missing item and the bonus "sorry for being an idiot" piece offering. She shook my hand and said I didn't have to do that. I told her that it was the least we could do. Today I get to work and see a thank you card. It was the missing au-jus lady. She said she experience the best customer service from a GOOD LOOKING GENTLEMAN at our restaurant. . Hehehe. Then my boss asked, "gee who could that have been?" Eww. No respect, I swear. She was kidding. Anyway, I felt great about what I did last week, but today? I felt super.
Posted by roque at 04:36 PM | Comments (2)
Let's get physical...
Before I can go back to work for the county, I must pass a physical. Not a big deal right? Well if you just a heart attack and are waiting for an angioplasty, it could be a bit or a worry. I have no date for the physical, which is good, cause my angioplasty is this Thursday and I'm supposed to have two weeks off for recuperation. I only hope that my physical is after my re-cup. time. I am a bit nervous about the angioplasty. I was talking to my Dr. yesterday and I asked her what could go wrong with the procedure. She said the worst that could happen would be another heart attack during the procedure. But that likely wont happen. I asked her to promise and cross her heart, she laughed and said "no". *sigh* well two more days till the angioplasty. Time to start the praying process ;)
Posted by roque at 07:40 AM | Comments (3)
October 23, 2004
Top 10 reasons why I'm glad I'm quiting
10. People who drop something on the floor and don't pick it back up.
9. People who don't tip (eww!).
8. People Who dine and dash (bitches!).
7. People who still complain EVEN AFTER the issue was resolved and got a free meal out of it.
6. Parents who let their kids run around the restaurant and make messes and think it's our job to clean up after them.
5. People who think they can get their food in 5 minutes when they ordered a well done steak.
4. People who get mad when they have to wait to be seated.
3. When you thank a person for their patronage, they ignore you.
2. When a party is sat, and they decide to move to another table... that's still dirty!
And the number one reason why I'm glad I'm quiting....
1. To many hours to put in for the pay and the pathetic lack or gratitude..
Believe or not, all these things happened today. I don't get it, do people like treating us like we are slaves or worthless? The service industry is the most under appreciated profession in my opinion. People think it's ok to treat us like crap cause they pay for our service. What ever happened to the "treat others the way you want to be treated"? Fry's has the worst customer service of any electronics store that I've been to. Is it because their clientele is high maintenance, and they just can't take it any more? Now don't get me wrong, there are some rude folks out their in my industry.That dose not give them a reason to treat anyone without respect, but if you think about it, how did they get that way? Who hired them? And most importantly, why are they still doing it? I can speak for myself when I say That I stayed because of my co-workers. I have been so lucky to make some pretty amazing friends and I'll miss them most of all. As for my customers? I have a few who made my job bearable, but the others? Yeah I wont miss the rolling of the eyes when I tell them it will be a 10 minute wait. Or when a customer complains that their food is taking to long when they have just ordered 7 minutes ago. Ugh... I've always said that I was going to create a series of commercials showing people out there how to treat the service industry. Hey, I should call Micheal Moore, see if he's busy ;)
Posted by roque at 11:47 AM | Comments (1)
Star Wars...
Scott was given the Star Wars boxed set for his birthday this year and wow, did it look cool on his plasma T.V. Not to mention his surround sound also gave it that extra theater kick. What I liked more about it was the special features disk that cam with the boxed set, It included scenes from Star Wars III. Hayden Christensen Looked bloody hot! I know he's like 12 years old or something, but damn! There's a scene were he's all in black and his hair's all sweaty... H.O.T.! The "preview" was really just filming of the scenes being choreographed by the stunt coordinators in front of the blue screen, then they showed the actual final cut scene. The part that gave me chills was the recreation of the Darth Vader costume(no really, it did). I know alot of folks are kinda pissed of about some of the changes Mr. Lucas has made, but hey It is his bloody movie. Let him do what he wants. he almost got a heart attack making the freaking film. The least we could do as fans is respect his decision to make any changes he wants. I like the changes, so far. George, thanks for making my childhood viewable on DVD. Oh and thank you for casting Hayden Christensen, it makes me happy.
Posted by roque at 09:34 AM | Comments (0)
October 20, 2004
No Squish Squish...
Scott left today to go to Arizona for work. I miss him already. I hate sleeping alone. Good thing I have my babies to keep Scott's side warm. I can't wait to sleep next to him again.
Posted by roque at 07:44 PM | Comments (2)
Eww...
My friend Edward Posted this little Fact versus Fiction reality check on his blog. The phrase "actions speak louder than words" is in full effect here. I knew that we had an idiot for a president, but Edward's post confirmed it for me. If Bush goes one more term, then the folks who put him there are as blind to his sad numbers as he is to his sad results. How can anyone even think about running again when they have caused more bad than good for the last four years? Ugh...
Posted by roque at 06:48 AM | Comments (0)
October 18, 2004
It's A Boy!!!!
I am the proud uncle of Alexavior Brain Chavez! He weighed 7lbs 8oz. He already has a nice set of hair on him. He's so cute! And I mean it. Most babies when they are born look like little aliens. Not my nephew! My sister was in labor for 28 hours and no drugs. I'm so proud of her! This gives my mother a total of 3 grand children. The question was asked when I was going to be a daddy. I smiled and asked to hold my new nephew. As I held him while he slept, I whispered in his ear "Welcome to the world Alexavior" He then opened his eyes and my heart melted. Yeah, I could get used to that.
Posted by roque at 03:09 PM | Comments (0)
When it rains...
Twas an awesome weekend! Day one was all set up and checking things out. By the end of the night, it was drinking and and good times. Day two was amazing. We had breakfast, went for a walk by the lake, had lunch, took a drive through the forrest and did a nature walk. We had dinner then drank some more. At about midnight, Scott and I heard rain... Not so good. Scott had to run outside in his boxers and flannel shirt (that was hot by the way) to get his I pod he left on the bench. Oops. We cuddled and got a bit frisky to help keep us warm. Scott is famous for his kiss and roll (Scott will kiss me and roll over when he is done cuddling), But this weekend we cuddled all night long. It was so nice. When we finally woke up, the camp site was all wet. We decided to get going since we were all dealing with wet camping equipment. Over all, even with the rain, I loved it! I can't wait till the next camping extravaganza!
Posted by roque at 09:42 AM | Comments (1)
October 15, 2004
Green Acres...
Flannel Shirt: Check
Cargo pants: Check
Mountain boots: Check
Mini I-Pod: Check
Ice Chest of food: Check
Fresh water: Check
Sleeping bag: Check
I think I'm ready for the great outdoors. This is my first official camping trip. Lazy Bear didn't count because we could walk to dinner and shower on site. This is supposed to be hardcore camping. No showers, no restaurants and no TIVO. Oh my. I do hear that there might be bears in the woods. Not woofy bears, but the real deal type bears. I was told to make lots of noise to keep them away and put all the food away so they wont eat it. Words to live by I guess. I'm trying not be all Zsa Zsa Garbor ala Green Acres about this. Me and the outdoors have never meet so I want to be ready for anything. This should be fun, I can't wait!
Posted by roque at 08:17 AM | Comments (2)
October 14, 2004
Merry Birthday Scott!!!
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October 12, 2004
I still got it...
Tonight, this cute guy came in for dinner by himself. He was very woofable! I sat him at his table and I asked him for his drink order. I tried not to look at him for too long because that might make him feel like I was interested in him. He asked what the drink special was, so I told him. He ordered one and stared to look at the menu. I dropped off his drink and was getting ready to walk away when he asked what I would recommend. I suggested our prime rib dinner. He smiled and said he likes a good piece of meat. I blushed and left his table. A short time later the server who took his order told me he asked if I was looking to buy a house. I looked at her and laughed. later as he was at the register to pay, he gave me his card and asked me to give him a call. He gave me the "I'm new in town" speech. Then he saw my ring and said oh your married? I smiled and said "well not yet but soon." "Ahh, I see" he said, then he starts to laugh. "what are you laughing for?" I asked. He said, "well I thought you were, well gay. please don't be offended" he pleaded. "Oh no worries" I say with a smile. "well"; he says after signing his credit card draft. "Since I already made an ass out of myself, here's my card" I look at him and smiled. He's a real-estate agent. " Thank you" I gave him a wink to help reassure him his gay-dar was still intact. He winked right back and said "If things change for you, give me a call" I laugh and he leaves. The server who took care of him came over and said he was watching me the entire time. When I showed her his card, she said "Wow, you get more game than I do, and you have a wedding ring on... what gives?" She walks away confused.
Twas a nice way to end the night...
Posted by roque at 09:52 PM | Comments (1)
To be, or not to be...
Grumpy that is. As a manager, there are certain responsibilities that just can't be compromised, like a vacation freeze. Now granted I just took a four day weekend, so I guess that means I'm good for a while right? Well, not really.
Scott wanted to go camping for his birthday. It's his birthday and I wanna be there to celebrate it with him. His birthday is this Thursday but we were gonna celebrate it this weekend with a few friends. Now my boss has decided that since we ranked on the top 20 stores in the company in this new contest, that we should maintain that by making sure we continue to supervise the results. Meaning, no vacations or requests for time off... period. I've already got the green light to go, so I figured it was meant after my return. No. It starts now.
So what did I do? I called my Dr. and asked her to give me a Dr.'s excuse for the next few days. The response from my boss? "We can give you modified duty" Ugh. I told her "what if I died?" (being the ever dramatic Leo I am) She said, we'll as long as I can walk and talk, I can still manage the unit. I have a unit I'd like to give her.
So I did the next best thing. I gave her my keys and proceeded to walk out the door. My boss follow's me and tells me that if I leave, that I will never be re-hire able. I told her "You know?, somehow, I'll manage to live with that out come." I'm now getting into my car, ears red, heart pounding almost out of my chest. " She then say's your throwing away your career here!" I look at her and said in a nice calm voice, "You know, I have no desire to work in a concentration camp." I smiled at her because that was one cool comeback. As I turn the ignition on, my chest hurt... a lot. My boss opened up my car door and asked if I was o.k. I told her I was fine in a snippy tone. She then asked what the deal was, why was my chest hurting? "Are you kidding me?" I blast. "I'm still recovering from my heart attack from a few weeks back." I was so pissed at her, what an idiot! "You had a heart attack?" The look on her face looked like she had seen a ghost. "Yeah" I say trying to calm myself down. "No one told me" She got quite. "What the hell do you think the Dr.'s note is for?" She thought It was just my ulcers. Oops...
She said her sorry's and told me to get back inside so I could calm down. About ten minutes later she said that she'll get someone to cover me and that she was very sorry that she misunderstood the whole Dr.'s thing. I felt bad... I've never seen my boss so attentive. She then said that she would understand if I deiced to still leave. She must be Catholic, cause that guilt washed all over me like a cooler of Gatorade. I gave in and told her that'll finish out the day. Later on she asked that If I got the weekend off, if I could stay a while longer while she figures out a plan. Again that guilt poured all over me. I can't be mad at someone for a misunderstanding. Some part of me was kinda glad that it was just that, a misunderstanding. So again, I gave in.
I have a back up plan! I called my old boss at the County of Sacramento, and he has an opening. So buy the begging of November, I'll have a job. Yeah! See things just happen to work out. "Shew" ;)~
Posted by roque at 06:21 PM | Comments (0)
Wardrobe Change!
I have been reading up on how to make a web page look sexier. So I decided to play with my settings. This time I'm super careful because the last time I did that it looked like a 5 year old was running this site. lucky for me I have a genius for a boyfriend.
So from time to time, I'll be doing stuff to make this site look cooler, and maybe more woofy.
Posted by roque at 10:56 AM | Comments (0)
October 11, 2004
Say Cheese!
Finally! I have the gallery linked to my web site. It's not really ready yet, but for now it'll do. All ya have to do is click on my mug to the right and whola! Pictures!
Let me know what ya folks think!
Posted by roque at 10:34 PM | Comments (2)
Up in the sky...
My hero has passed away. Christoper Reeves died Sunday of complications from an infection caused by a bedsore.
Wow, I can remember like it was yesterday seeing Christoper Reeves in his Superman costume. As I watched him on the big screen, I told my mom, "I wanna be Superman when I grow up." She looked at me with such a smile. At that time, my dad would use my mom as a punching bag, so I thought being superman would stop that from happening. I was only 5 when when Superman hit the big screen, and till this day I still want to be Superman.
After his accident in 1995, I realized how much Christoper Reeves meant to me. Here's a man who lost the ability to move most of his body and he still had the "glass half full" attitude. I was left breathless when I saw him on Smallville. Bravo to the WB for giving the true man of steel some much deserved camera time.
I owe allot to Mr. Reeves. inspiring me to want to do good because it's the right thing to do, and never give up on a dream. Maybe that's why he'll always be remembered as Superman. Both of them pretty much mirror each other. To me, Christopher Reeves was and always will be Superman.
Posted by roque at 01:00 PM | Comments (2)
October 10, 2004
Identity Crisis... Update...
O.K. a few months back I wrote about a comic book called Identity Crisis. In this months Issue there's supposed to be another death in the family of a hero. Which hero? No one knows for sure but from the looks of the cover, it could be a well known sidekick's family member that bites the dust. The cliff hanger from issue 4 looked pretty intense. Lois Lane receives a letter telling her that "he/she" knows who her husband is and that she's next. Next for what? To die? I don't think DC comics has the balls to kill her off. Smallville just introduced Lois Lane on the show, why kill her off in the comic?
Thus the question is raised again, Do we write for shock value or to tell a story? From the begging of the story, there's been a murder of a super hero's wife, a rape, a secret the league has been keeping for years, and tension from that secret ripping friendships apart. From my humble observations, it looks like the killer is a hero gone bad. That would suck. That's been done before. I'm hoping for something more original. Either way, this book has me waiting every month for more. I have not done that since the "Death of Superman" story arc. And that to me was good writing. Now the resurrection? That was bad. I hope that I.C. gives me one hell of a payoff!
Posted by roque at 05:48 PM | Comments (0)
October 09, 2004
Back in perspective...
Yesterday, one of my servers had a seizure at the restaurant. She has epilepsy and it's brought on by stress. When it was over she was so embarrassed by what happened and that it made her cry even more. I've never felt so helpless in my life. I picked her up and took her to the dinning room where she could relax and not be bothered. She never let go of hand the entire time I was back there with her. All this happened in the middle of our crazy lunch rush.
She put her head on my shoulder and told me that I shouldn't have picked her up because of my heart attack. After all she went through, she was still worried about me. Yeah, I cried. I hugged her back and told her that I wasn't gonna let her lie on the brick floor, that she must look fabulous at all times. She smiled and said that I was something special.
No matter how bad you may think have it, there's always someone out there who's gonna out do you with their tales of woow. But she managed to awknowledge that it was'nt just about her. After all I've been through the past few weeks, I still need to remember that there are others out there who have it even worse than I think I do.
Yesterday's lesson? Not to be such a leo and get over what bugs me, life's to short.
Posted by roque at 07:52 AM | Comments (3)
October 08, 2004
My mommy and me.
Last night I stayed at my mom's because she was being very parental. With the whole mild heart attack and now bleeding ulcers, she felt it was her motherly duty to pamper me...
I didn't want to sleep in the guest bedroom because I would feel even more alone without Scott lying next me. Just knowing he's there makes feel safe. So instead I laid on the couch while my mother watched her Mexican soap operas. Now, I love my soaps (yes I watch soaps, but only for the random shirtless guys... no really...) but geeze louise, even my soaps have some kinda realism about them. Yeah, not in Mexico.
So I tossed and turned, trying to get all comfy while my mom was screaming... "You bitch!" or "That ain't your baby!" or "You cheating sonabitch!" And my favorite "Wipe that damn lipstick from you teeth horse bitch!" I moan, thinking she'd get the hint. "what's the matter? you ok?" My mom asks . "Yeah mom, I just can't sleep." "I told you to go to bed upstairs" She says in a "I told you so" kinda tone. "Sorry mom, but I hate sleeping alone. At least on the couch, it feels like Squishy's sleeping behind me" I whine. "Squishy? who's squishy?" She asks. "Scott, mom" The look on her face was of mass confusion. "He lets you call him that?" I laugh. "Yes mom. He calls me fluffy" Then the "who farted" look took over her face. "Fluffy?" "Just watch t.v. mom, I'm gonna go to sleep".
After about an hour and half of t.v. yelling, I finally said; "Mom? you do know this is just a t.v. show, right?" She looks at me like I pee'd in her tamales. "Yes, and?" I *sigh* and say "well, mom, your yelling at them like the're real or something." She raises her eye brow and says "Do I ever say anything to you when you scream at Mr. Big on Sex and the City?" Eww. "That's low mom." I reply. "Then shut up and go to bed... upstairs, so I can cuss out my t.v. show in piece" She then raised the volume, because obviously she can't hear the t.v. over her screams. "Mom... I love you." I say. She looks at me and smiles. "I love you too mejio (that means "son" in Spanish)" She then turns off the t.v. kisses me and heads upstairs. I felt bad, but I didn't feel that bad to call her back to finish watching her t.v. show. I had to be at work at 5 a.m.
2 minutes later my mom came back down stairs with a huge Winnie the Pooh bear in her arms. "Here son, this'll help you sleep" The biggest smile I ever had that day was given to my mom. "It's not Squishy, but it'll work for tonight" She puts the huge bear in my arms. I got a bit teary. "Thanks mom" I say, grinning from ear to ear. "Now go to sleep, I'll watch my show tomorrow" She kisses me on my forehead and heads back upstairs. All I can rememebr after that was holding on to my Winnie, closing my eyes and smiling.
*sigh* My mom, simply the best...
Posted by roque at 06:55 AM | Comments (0)
The ride for life...
Scott is doing the AIDS next year, which means tis time for donations. Scott wants to raise $5,000. I've already put up a money jar in my restaurant for customers to stash a few bucks in. So far, it looks like a few folks have given to the cause. Click here to donate, or you can go to Scott's web site and donate there. The cool thing about Scott's web site is it gives you a look at Scott's fund raising progress.
Good luck babe!
Posted by roque at 05:59 AM | Comments (0)
October 06, 2004
Woo Hoo!!!
It's coming! Sex and the City hits the stores on December 28th!! Hey... that's a long time! Eh, who cares! My girls are coming home with me! Sounds like I need to throw another Sex and the City party. Have to get more of that cosmo mix!
Posted by roque at 07:45 PM | Comments (1)
Popular...
One of the best T.V. shows is finally on DVD. Popular was an amazing t.v. show that had it all; a great cast, woofy men, drama, comedy, great writting and best of all Mary Cherry! I can't wait to own this box set.
I've always hated the way the last (2nd) season ended. It was supposed to come back for a third season, so they had this awesome cliffhanger, yeah, it never came back. *sigh* Oh well such is life.
Mery Cherry, here I come!
Posted by roque at 07:32 PM | Comments (1)
Moments of truth...
That's what happens when you're left to you thoughts for too long. I've had a lot to think about since my mild heart attack, and sometimes that too can cause another off the rictor scale attack.
How to deal with life's little curves is something I thought I've mastered the art of. Huh, my heart told me other wise. I've had to deal with so much change these past few years, that I think I forgot to take it all in.
So what makes my issues different from all the other Joe's in this world? Nothing. I've delt with work issues, an estranged brother who I guess is still having issues since we parted ways. My mom is still dealing with her illness, my still not being able to communicate where issues asise in my own relationship. I spent a ton of money this past weekend after I found out I still owe for my car. Each time a bill arrived I cringed because that was less money I was going to be able to pay twards my car. I'm a proud leo, but despite my better judgement I told the other half about my car deal gone bad. I guess I figured he'd help pay for some of it, which he did... gas and a few meals. I didn't complain because it was supposed to be birthday gift to him. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. I've almost always paid for the outings we go on. I wondered why that was. Still, nothing said. I find that keeping things to myself helps divert needless drama. Who needs drama in their life?
I just spent the last few minutes laying in bed festering about stuff that I really have no reason to fester about. Things should be done for someone out of the goodness of their heart, not to be counted as a hash mark on the relationship poll. Fester... It seems like that's all I do. And for what? Another heart attack? My mom offered or more like insisted I go stay with her for a few days. I think I might just do that. She has a way of putting me back in my place of reality. Plus she promised to make me home made tortillas. I'm so there.
Posted by roque at 07:55 AM | Comments (0)
October 05, 2004
I love L.A.!!!
I was sad to leave. Sure I missed my family, friends and children, but c'mon! I was in L.A. baby!! I had a blast! Day one, travel 5.5 hours, checked into our hotel room, and went back to L.A. to play. We went to Gruaman's Theater and saw Sky Capitan and the City of Tomorrow. Not a bad flick. I would see again at home as a rental. Afterwards we got lost trying to get to Santa Monica Blvd. When we got there, we went to a "bear" bar. Riiight. Fubur, I think it's called; only had about 5 folks in there, including me and the other half. So we left and had dinner at Hamburger Mary's. I loved L.A.'s version of it. Sacramento's just dosen't have the vibe like the one in L.A. did. Plus, they gave us our bill in a red high heel. How cool is that? (Or how sad that I think that's cool?...ugh)
Day two, Gay day in Disneyland! It was awesome! We got a park hopper pass so we could play all day. We stayed in Disneyland till about 2:00 p.m.-ish, then we played at Disney's California Adventure. There where so many homo's! It was nice! I was glaring at this really cute guy when we where in line for the haunted mansion ride. Good was he cute! Then there was another piece of eye candy in the Grizzly water ride in D.C.A. Wooooooofy! Only two things bugged about this day,
1. No Fantasmick! Ugh! That's why I wanted to come here in the first place!
2. I broke my NEW digital camera! Ugh!!! I wanted to cry... Or at least throw myself on the ground kicking and screaming. But I figured that's not very becoming, so instead I festered. I wanted to go out with the other bears, but I was kinda sick, so Scott to control and ordered us to stay in and relax. I whined and whined... nuthin. He wasn't breaking at all. So I started to draw. I haven't done that in months. I think Disneyland inspired me to draw that night.
Over all, day two rocked!
Day three, Universal Studio's! WOW!! That Revenge of the mummy ride was awesome! A little short for my taste, but a nice thrill ride. Jurassic Park was cool. Back to the Future was fun. Waterworld... wet men... need I say more? Terminator 2 3-D, all I could think of was "Wow, there's our Governor. Who knew?" I think my favorite one was Shriek 4-D. Funny as hell! Then Scott took me to dinner in Santa Monica Blvd. This time, he knew where to go, so we lost no driving time. We had these amazing skewers... wait I think the place was called Skewers. To top the night, Scott brought me a beautiful red rose. Wow. It was so cute, that a random guy on the street asked me where I got it from. Then to bed we went.
Day four, pumpkin pancakes, then home.
It was a nice four day weekend. I can't wait to go again.
Posted by roque at 09:11 PM | Comments (0)