Day 1: Pre-Reunion Sausage Fest

alan & james arrive. we chill at my house until mike finally makes it and then we head out to USC to pick up dan & jacquie. that was the first time in years that mike & dan saw eachother...man it was crazy. no offense to any Trojans out there but USC was fuckin' ghetto. man it was crazy. right when we pick 'em up we head out to the Gypsy Cafe in LA for some shisha & shwarmas. spend a good couple hours just catching up and then headed back to my place to crash. man it was crazy.

Day 2: The Big Get Together

the next morning i wake up and mike is gone...he woke up around 9am to go surfing. man he's crazy we eventually met up with dan & jacquie and ate at one of my favorite hole-in-the-wall burger joint, Duke's. rose (my cousin) was there and she got a glimpse of how low our maturity level drops when we all hang out. man its crazy. anyways, we go back to the house and start stocking up on the achohol...

eventually, alan & i took nikki (james' car) to pick up sierra in LA. if it wasn't for cindy (james' navigation system) that got us thru LA, we would've been lost as shit. man it was crazy. felt a little claustraphobic being in the corporate part of LA for the first time. anyways, we finally meet up with sierra and take her to my place.

who?

(in no particular order) me, alan, james, chris castillo(?), amy, sierra, cathy, natalie, mike, dan, omar gharbo(?).

where?

@ my crib in longbeach!!

when?

friday, september 12 - monday, september 15

what's happening?

1. we're havin' a bonfire on the beach @ the OC, so bring yer thong. dat thong tha thong thong thong.

2. bring your own towels. bring 2 if you can (one for the beach and one for my crib).

3. bring your own pillow and blankets...you don't wanna use my shit cuz i drool a lot.

4. we might go check out LA/Hollywood...so bring your gat so you can bust a cap on any punkass bums. hahahahaa jk.

5. bring an extra liver....you can count on alcohol being on the premises...

6. we're plannin' on smokin' some shisha in LA too.

7. if anyone else is up for it, i wanna get my tattoo this weekend...

that's all i can think of for now. can't wait, guys!!! i got a woody just thinkin' of it!!! hahahahahaha

seriously!!! :mrgreen:

nice car, james. very fuckin' nice.

Mel: climate control on!

Voice Recognition: climate. control. on.

Mel: whoooaaaa coooooooool!!

Alan: find closest mcdonalds!!

Voice Recogntion: closest. mcdonalds. found.

Mel: duuuuuuuude!!!

Mel: where can i get laid??

Voice Recognition: error.

Mel: damnit...

July 31st - August 7th, 2003

Day 1: Flying In

flew in with some of my relatives....got into the hotel and chilled for the rest of night....pretty boring...

Day 2: The Family Arrives

all my other relatives flew in. went to the Fisherman's Wharf (a HUGE fish mart on the pier) for lunch....too bad i don't eat seafood. later that day we had the rehearsal for the wedding.

the day was pretty chill...but then when the sun went down we started the party. me, mark and my cousins raynell, russel and kim went strip clubbin. we had a few shots before we left and then when we got there we drank more and more...russ and i even smoked a nice J just outside the club...the bouncer was all "daaaaaamn that shit smells goooooood."

Day 3: The Wedding

the wedding was beautiful. it was mostly family and close friends...at this nice church and all...i actually teared up a bit...but anyways, the REAL party started back at the hotel for the wedding reception.

mark got us a round of shots....then melissa....then me....it was pretty damn crazy getting piss drunk with all my cousins....and in front of our parents!!!

drunken mark: melissa, get your ass over here and take some shots with us!!
drunken melissa: no, i can't handle straight liqour!!
drunken mark: fine then...have some GAY liquor!!
drunken me: :D

rose has been giving me shit saying that i can't dance....so that night i started to bust out my shit....old school 80s breakdancing style.

i've always tried to do that little windmill shit...and i've only been able to do it once before i just fall over. but for some reason the alcohol made me feel like i could finally do it....so i got out in the middle of the dance floor, cleared out everyone....and i did it!!! i did 6 windmills in a row, baby!!!! it was funny cuz when i was finished i looked up and everyone was on the floor....at first i thought it was cuz i kicked everyone but really they were just rolling on the floor laughing. i dunno how good/shitty my windmills were but i didn't care...i was drunk as shit.

Day 4: The House Party

the next day i was in pain....i bruised both of my knees, sprained my ankle, hurt my neck and my head...words of experience, don't leave your head sticking out when the elevator door closes....

i saw all of my family off to the airport and i took the train to berkeley. i was actually scared as fuck because it was my first time on a train by myself...anyways, when i get off the berkeley stop, i walk into this one asian dude...it took me a while but i realized that it was Tim Tow from webb!! such a small fuckin world. this was a kid i used to pick on at webb...he looks like a monkey...but anyway, it was still cool just bumping into a familiar face like that.

as soon as i met up with cathy, she tells me they're throwing a party. most of the day was spent on preping up the place and shit. cathy totally expected it to be a bust cuz it was a sunday night and people here still have summer school/work.

9:30 rolls around and 8 girls come in....awesome...11 girls and me. we started takin jello shots and hung around til a shitload of guys came in. once we had about 25-30 people in the house, we busted out the jungle juice and the beer pong.

i played about 5 games of beer pong...i was 4-1 baby!!! jesse davidson (went to kenya with him back in 7th grade...first time seeing him in 8 years...) and i beat the undefeated 3-0 team...then we spanked meagan & isabelle. meagan started to talk some shit so i duked it out with her one-on-one.

i won.

"i can't do it without my partner...i need my partner."

psssssssh pleeeeease woman!!! her and isabelle challenged me to one last game. i was spankin 'em pretty bad but then when it got down to the last cup, i was drunk as shit. went back and forth for a long ass time but the sausage finally came out on top and i won. awwwwww jyeaaaaaaaaah.

buncha people were playin kings outside...wish i coulda played but my liver said "no." the rest of the night for me was a big 'ol blur...but all in all, it was definately a kickass party.

Day 5: One Day of Sobriety

woke up with my body still tingling...had to yack a bit but then i was all better. didn't do too much but recover.

Day 6: Meagan's Last Night

chilled for most of the day. at night i started up the bonfire in cathy's backyard and cooked up some s'mores. eventually went out to a bar cuz it was 2-for-1 Tuesdays. my liver was still hurtin' so i didn't drink that much. we ran into some gumpy kid and he just started talking to us. it was obvious he was not from around town so we meagan and george decided to fuck with him. they started having bullshit conversations with him, saying they were from the midwest and shit (the gumpy guy was from wisconsin) so they all had a "midwest connection." had our fun with him so we ditched his ass and went to another bar.

5 mins later, the fucker finds us at the other bar and starts talking to meagan. i've never seen a girl BS as much she did that night....the guy couldn't get the hint to fuck off so we told him that meagan was a lesbien...the fucker screamed out "WHAT?!?! A LESBIEN!?!!?" and made a whole scene about it. the fucker got the point and left.

went back home and smoked a bowl...reflected on how stupid that guy was...said bye to meagan (cuz she was flying out first thing in the morning) and passed out.

Day 7: Just Chillin'

went swimmin...met up with cathy's friend christine (last time i saw her was in SD when i was drunk as fuck and i ripped the loudest fuckin fart in front of her). we watched American Wedding...which was fuckin' hilarious. oh yeah, then we ate at Mel's Diner...got me a cool t-shirt that says "Mel's: The Original" on it.

late that night, isabelle called me up for a booty call. haha jk she just finished her 30 page group paper so she wanted to smoke out with me.

Mel: oh my god i'm so stoned...
Isabelle: ...shall we smoke another one?
Mel: :shock: another one??....its up to you...
Isabelle: ok, i'll pack a bigger one this time...

yeah....i was pretty gone after that....

Day 8: Bye Bye

spent the whole morning & afternoon recovering...still was stoned as fuck when i woke up. pretty much packed my shit then got on the plane back to SoCal.

all in all, this trip was fuckin' awesome. my body's still recovering from all the damage but man....everything was sooooo worth it. in 7 days, only two of 'em were sober. hopefully i'll go back up later this month for isabelle's birthday bash...

just got back from san francisco....it was only for the weekend but seemed to last for so long. it was a 6 hour drive but i was thrashed the whole drive up there. :mrgreen: got there around three in the morning and just passed out at cathys.

the next day was Mel & Cathy's Day of Fun!!...well...kinda....really it ended up being Mel & Cathy's Day of Eating & Sleeping!! one huge difference between LA and berkeley is the little fuckin hole-in-the-walls restuarants all compacted into the same few blocks....and no typical fast food joints around for a couple miles. the really cool thing is everything's in walking distance...parking is so fuckin' bitchy its just so much more convenient to walk. (never thought i'd say it, but walking > driving.)

later that night we got all our friends and met up at isabelle's. it was me, cathy, her bf, megan (sp?), isabelle, hayes, stan & york. played asshole and another drinking game...it was the one were every number means something, like 6 means "dicks" so all guys have to drink...this one time i got the card for waterfall. i was a bastard and i made everyone keep drinking until i topped off my whole drink hehehe. everyone got pissed but ooooh the price i pay to get my friends sloppy.

really, the whole party was a big fat, joyous blur....but it was fun as hell.

the next day was really chill. went with a buncha guys to get some dim sum...and then me, hayes, stan & isabelle went to this one lake to smoke up. after that, went back to her place and she made us crepes with nutella....mmmmmmmmmm. we had one more smoke after that then me, stan & york had to go.

oh yeah, earlier in the week my dad was being a bitch...."melvin, if you take your car to san francisco, i'm gonna cancel your credit card!!!" if my dad's threat involved something other than my credit card, i probably would've made a smartass remark and hung up on him....but god no!!! please don't take back my credit card!!! so instead i did the sneaky thing and tagged along with stan & york.

my mama called me when i was at SF and she was all, "where are you?"

"uuuhhhhhh i'm visiting cathy..."

"oh ok....i'm glad that you decided to not go up to san francisco...."

thefinger:

anyways, that was only like 1.5 days of hangin out at SF...but i'll be back in 3 weeks for my cousin's wedding...can't fuckin' wait.

can't believe you're getting married!! congrats!! (call me when it goes down the tubes :P ....jk!!)

god damn, what a fucking weekend. on thursday, had lunch with this one cutie from my class...also, i was supposed to have my econ test but my professor accidently printed the wrong exam...so the test was cancelled. i ran back to the dorms to watch Game 6 of the Lakers-Spurs series...only to watch the Spurs knock the Lakers out of the playoffs (we'll be back next year, bitches). alan drove in and we headed to my place in long beach. i smoked up, got shitfaced and pigged out on like 10 of those little microwaveable white castle burgers...can't remember what else happened cuz i was a little fucked up...

friday we didn't really do much...woke up and watched matrix reloaded...i kept fading out during the movie cuz i still had some shit in my system (yes, 15 hours AFTER i smoked and i was still fucked)...went back home and watched more movies and played nba street...at night i smoked up, got shitfaced and watched some low-budget porn called Play-mate of the Apes....yeah...you think the title is horrible, try watching the movie...high...

saturday, my good 'ol buddy joe called me up to play some ball. played with a buncha dirty black guys (dirty in the 'they played dirty' sense)...played for like 2 hours and then we were spent...but OGB (aka omar gharbo bastard) called us up so we drove down to huntington beach to kick it with him. oh yeah, on the way there we were pulled over by a cop for speeding...but we were eventually let go. anyways, his bitch ass aunt wouldn't let him come out, but we just chilled for a few hours. we also had my brother's GPS system so after leaving gharbos, alan and i explored around huntington beach for an hour or so...oh yeah, we were also pulled over AGAIN by a cop for the suspicion of DUI. apparently alan was swirving left and right while speeding...he even had a little sobriety test...anyways, eventually we drove to a hooka place and smoked hubbly for an hour...went back home and passed out.

on sunday we were all sore and shit but then natalie gave us a call and wanted to have dinner with us at benihanas in santa monica. we got my brother's GPS again and met up with natalie and her friend yasmine (sp?) from dhahran. they were already finished eating so we just had some icecream tempura and chilled there for a while. we mentioned that we smoked hubbly the night before so natalie insisted we do it in LA at this one place she knows...went there and smoked for a couple hours then eventually parted ways...but the night wasn't finished yet. since we had a GPS system we decided to explore all around LA (which under normal circumstances, i would NEVER have the balls to do). we got lost for like 45 mins but we eventually found our way out.

monday, after my PE classes and group meeting, we went to Brea Mall...a damn nice mall in a very nice part of town. my cousin that works at the banana republic there, always mentioned how hot the girls are at the Holister store there...so alan and i decided to check it out...and GOD DAMN. holister is supposed to be a subdivision of Abercrombie or something...not exactly sure but one thing i know is MAD HOTTIES shop there.

anyways, that was how i spent my weekend...

whoa cool!! a newspaper wants to interview me!!!

i just got an email from a (canadian) journalist that's working on an article on foreigners that grew up in saudi. if any of you guys are interested in getting interviewed or something, drop me a line and i'll see if i can hook you up.

In loving memory of Raymond Guillot, the man that taught me to never be typical...taught me to be unique...taught me to be me. God bless his soul.

alan came over for the weekend. played a lot of bball thursday night then went straight to my crib in long beach. when i finished taking a shower i realized i forgot to bring extra pairs of boxers...so i went commando....for 3 days.

and now its late sunday and honestly...i kinda like freeballin. less laundry...no more need to buy boxers...its like a newfound freedom...i could get used to this...