Chipotle in Denver

Apparently, I can’t have enough of their burritos, ha.

Tokyo Joe



The man of the hour!

Mario…

Being a Deaf person part 2

Grr, everybody should know that those airplane seats next to emergency exit doors have more room than most other seats due to the design. That’s where I was supposed to sit in. But the flight attendent, recognizing that I was Deaf, prompted me and said I couldn’t sit here and have to move. Argh! I couldn’t sit in the emergency seats cuz I’m deaf? If an emergency were to occur, nobody will give a shit if you could hear or not. Everybody will be just trying to bust into the door and to get the hell out of the plane as soon as possible.

Now, I have to suffer with a kid kicking legs behind my seat, thanks to this safety relocation.

You could see the big water below; that’s Lake Michigan to you.

Blogging from sidekick 2

Man, I’m telling you now, it’s awesome to be able to post from your sidekick 2. You aren’t getting the most out of ur sk if you have a blog. I don’t have to be in my seat by my computer and write an entry. I can be anywhere, whether it’s on the metro, in the plane, or even in bathroom, to blog from my sk. I’m surrounded by people and my mind is free-flowing. Like I saw a girl wearing a t-shirt that says “I <3 pro-choice boys." or seeing this poor old man struggling to unlace his shoes off before a metal detector. I bet he wished he wore a velcro-straps shoes. Also, it sucks when a kid is sitting behind you in a plane. If I get bored, I flip my sk and write an entry something like this. Most of all, you feel like a geek blogging from ur own sidekick. :-)

My Life by Bill Clinton

Ha, picked this up for $5 dollars for my travel reading.

Denver, here I come!

And shall the weekend begin. I’m on my way to DCA airport and take off for Denver to attend my friend’s wedding. The groom is Mario and he was my first year roommate at Gallaudet University in 1999. Heh, he and I had the best time there (he broke his virginity during the first week there and that’s just the start). Hope he doesn’t see this post, heh. Another memory was the end-of-semester party and after barely passing all tests, we partied the hell of our heads. We bought a cheap-ass 24 beers pack and drank them all in 2 hrs, plus some liquors others shared. Needless to say, we knocked out and I better not tell what happened.

Mario, thanks for the memories and being the friend you are. We’ll always stay in touch (remmy we used to tell each other we’d want to see our kids to hang out while we grill our steaks with beers in our hands?)

Till that happens, let’s party one last time! :-)

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