nick's picks....
i think u both got it wrong, this is officially the DARRELL TUCKER lottery (for those of u not in the know concerning "who's this D-Tuck cat?"....check your nearest basketball bible -SLAM mag- in the upcoming june issue on page 40).
1. LAC
2. Mem
3. Den
EdmundCPan: Matrix Reloaded was awesome (i think this blog covers pocket dictionary Yz-Zd)
Tiffany_Lam: Matrix Reloaded was amazing
JeffreyGLuna: i'm down for some softball on monday (11am-3pm Presidio)
MichelleMASYuson: when can i get some of that SARS u're bring home?
Thursday, May 22, 2003
Good morning peeps! How’s everyone doing this fine day? There’s been much blogtivity this week. Good to know I’m not the only one avoiding work.
As it gets warmer and warmer, I’m having a hard time concentrating on work. I need to find a country that only works during the fall and winter.
Anyways, I wish I could say that I had a good ole drunken time at B2B or that I ran it in a little over an hour (congrats SYLV…you rock!!!) but I can’t. I had a good time, don’t get me wrong, my experience wasn’t as eventful or confusing as TAFT and not as productive as Sylv’s. Nonetheless, I had a good time luggin a 9 foot brick around SF. I had to wake up at 5:30 in the morning so I could take the bus to the starting line so my volunteer group could assemble our brick. I actually didn’t really help with the assembling, my sole responsibility was to guard the keg from all the hobos who were looking to get their morning buzz (like TAFT…j/k). Since it was my first B2B, I wanted to see some naked people. My friends and I were on a mission to look for them but there weren’t too many around. We had to walk about 5 miles before we saw any naked butts. And this is what we saw … WARNING!!!! UPCHUCK REACTION HIGHLY POSSIBLE!!!!
http://www.onebrick.org/2003gallery/show.asp?Index=135&Folder=05-18-03_-_Bay_to_Breakers&start=121
Do you know how hard it was to maneuver a brick around those guys? I think we were stuck behind them for about ½ an hour. Yeah I wanted to see naked people, but I wanted to see nice looking naked people. The naked people were old and flubbery and full of cottage cheese. ICKY!!! But mission accomplished. We should all do this next year!!!
I am goin to organize our annual softball game this year. Does June 21 or 28th sound good to people? I will make breakfast again! OR we can have a BBQ after! Please let me know which date works for you.
Shout Outs
V-may: sorry but I won’t be able to attend what I know will be a puke-fest for everyone. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! Tell reeg to buy a shot for you from me =)
Reeg: take care of v-may and yourself for that matter.
Phil-me-in? so who won on American idol?
Jefelicious: can’t wait to see ur pitching machine!!!!
Ecp: matrix does suck. And I don’t I think will ever want to cook after next week. Thanks for ruining my life =)
Alright, I’m outty 5000.
tiff
As it gets warmer and warmer, I’m having a hard time concentrating on work. I need to find a country that only works during the fall and winter.
Anyways, I wish I could say that I had a good ole drunken time at B2B or that I ran it in a little over an hour (congrats SYLV…you rock!!!) but I can’t. I had a good time, don’t get me wrong, my experience wasn’t as eventful or confusing as TAFT and not as productive as Sylv’s. Nonetheless, I had a good time luggin a 9 foot brick around SF. I had to wake up at 5:30 in the morning so I could take the bus to the starting line so my volunteer group could assemble our brick. I actually didn’t really help with the assembling, my sole responsibility was to guard the keg from all the hobos who were looking to get their morning buzz (like TAFT…j/k). Since it was my first B2B, I wanted to see some naked people. My friends and I were on a mission to look for them but there weren’t too many around. We had to walk about 5 miles before we saw any naked butts. And this is what we saw … WARNING!!!! UPCHUCK REACTION HIGHLY POSSIBLE!!!!
http://www.onebrick.org/2003gallery/show.asp?Index=135&Folder=05-18-03_-_Bay_to_Breakers&start=121
Do you know how hard it was to maneuver a brick around those guys? I think we were stuck behind them for about ½ an hour. Yeah I wanted to see naked people, but I wanted to see nice looking naked people. The naked people were old and flubbery and full of cottage cheese. ICKY!!! But mission accomplished. We should all do this next year!!!
I am goin to organize our annual softball game this year. Does June 21 or 28th sound good to people? I will make breakfast again! OR we can have a BBQ after! Please let me know which date works for you.
Shout Outs
V-may: sorry but I won’t be able to attend what I know will be a puke-fest for everyone. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! Tell reeg to buy a shot for you from me =)
Reeg: take care of v-may and yourself for that matter.
Phil-me-in? so who won on American idol?
Jefelicious: can’t wait to see ur pitching machine!!!!
Ecp: matrix does suck. And I don’t I think will ever want to cook after next week. Thanks for ruining my life =)
Alright, I’m outty 5000.
tiff
Wednesday, May 21, 2003
Lotto Fever
Well, 1 day and counting until the Carmelo Anthony Sweepstakes begins. Who will land Melo? And who will have to settle for Lebron? Yup, the NBA Lottery is tomorrow. To make it more interesting, let's make it a true lottery...no expertise needed. I propose we all put in $7 and pick our top 3 teams...i guess, this my form of online gambling. We pick the top three teams and each correct pick is worth a point (so max points is 3 and minimum is 0). If a tie occurs, then the order you put is the tie-breaker. The more exact order is the winner. If there is still a tie, then no one wins, and this was a pure waste of time. Actually, this is a pure waste of time, if no one but me does it. So, knowing how some of us like gambling, then some of you should try...even if you don't like the NBA.
There are a total of 1000 ping pong balls with the worst teams getting more balls. So, the following is the order of the worst teams and the amount of ping pong balls they have. Denver (225), Cleveland (225), Toronto (157), Miami (120), Clippers (89), Memphis (64), Chicago (44), Atlanta (29), NY (15), Wash (14), GS (7), Seattle (6), Houston (5). So, since the first ball out is given the #1 pick, both Den and Cleve have 22.5% chances of getting that pick. If you want, more %s...go to nba.com and click on draft lottery.
So without further ado, here are my top three (in order):
1. Miami
2. Chicago
3. Clippers
Yup, there it is!
You all have til 4:45 pm tomorrow....the lottery starts at 5pm. You can catch it on ABC.
BTW: who wants to play in a softball tournament on MON. (11am-3pm Presidio) for an aids charity fundraiser. It's $100 per team...we must field at least 10 players. Let me know.
Jefe
Well, 1 day and counting until the Carmelo Anthony Sweepstakes begins. Who will land Melo? And who will have to settle for Lebron? Yup, the NBA Lottery is tomorrow. To make it more interesting, let's make it a true lottery...no expertise needed. I propose we all put in $7 and pick our top 3 teams...i guess, this my form of online gambling. We pick the top three teams and each correct pick is worth a point (so max points is 3 and minimum is 0). If a tie occurs, then the order you put is the tie-breaker. The more exact order is the winner. If there is still a tie, then no one wins, and this was a pure waste of time. Actually, this is a pure waste of time, if no one but me does it. So, knowing how some of us like gambling, then some of you should try...even if you don't like the NBA.
There are a total of 1000 ping pong balls with the worst teams getting more balls. So, the following is the order of the worst teams and the amount of ping pong balls they have. Denver (225), Cleveland (225), Toronto (157), Miami (120), Clippers (89), Memphis (64), Chicago (44), Atlanta (29), NY (15), Wash (14), GS (7), Seattle (6), Houston (5). So, since the first ball out is given the #1 pick, both Den and Cleve have 22.5% chances of getting that pick. If you want, more %s...go to nba.com and click on draft lottery.
So without further ado, here are my top three (in order):
1. Miami
2. Chicago
3. Clippers
Yup, there it is!
You all have til 4:45 pm tomorrow....the lottery starts at 5pm. You can catch it on ABC.
BTW: who wants to play in a softball tournament on MON. (11am-3pm Presidio) for an aids charity fundraiser. It's $100 per team...we must field at least 10 players. Let me know.
Jefe
Hey, Blogville, sorry I haven't been able to post in awhile but it's been a hectic month(s), so I present.......
The Bizarro un-Top Ten List
Gugol. Ala Jefe Luna-bar, I have given notice at Presenting Solutions Inc (that's the co. I work for currently...it's ok, I forget sometimes too). My final day in my office will be May 29th, when they kick me out the door after realizing that I let my dog chew on everything.
B-22. Yahtzee! Glad to see Taft is finally putting together the first edition in her personal rendition to War and Peace. If we added all of Taft's blogs and put them into books, all the world's rainforests would be decimated. On the other hand, if we added all of Nick's blogs together, we'd have The Pocket Dictionary, Letters Za-Zc. (excerpt:"Nick happy, bowl good. Yay A's")
7. The other day my dog started humping some girl's leg and the girl couldn't stop laughing. And I thought, wow, my dog and I connect on so many levels and share so many experiences.
UB40. I'm sorry Phil, but i haven't watched any t.v. except for sporting events and ESPN. Therefore I am exepmt from making any American Idol comments.
$$$. I've accepted an offer to become a corporate bitch at American Express. The official term is Financial Advisor, but that's just a front. When I begin to build my client base, I'll be sure to come to you guys. Then you'll be sorry I posted because I KNOW WHERE YOU ARE.
2+2=Bingo!<b> I will also be forced to officially quit my current posts at Holy Name (though they don't know it yet) and St. Ignatius (as water polo coach) and will therefore lose my membership to the Jamaican-i-got-tree-jobs-you-lazy-bastard Club (see: In Living Color).
RIP. I saw the Kings lose game 7 while I was sitting in a Sacramento sports bar. I haven't seen so many white men cry since they canceled Cheers, and I now know how a black guy would feel at a Metallica concert....just lay looooow and don't sing along.
Bobble Bobble. I have a month off before I begin at AmEx. I'm planning a short trip to VEGAS BABY, VEGAS (see: Swingers). Any interested party goers are invited except Val. I don't wanna feel all low roller when I'm sweating out $5 and she's laying down a $G like it's monopoly money.
XXCCMIXCVII. Where do I get some SARS? I hear it's the "in" thing.
Fin. Taft. A whole day in the Sunset and you didn't visit me? Fine be like that. I'll let you slide this time cuz the Duke joke in your blog was top flight(Yes, i actually read the whole thing. No SARS yet, but yes on the shits, but that could be the bean with extra bean burrito I just ate).
Now to do the gentlemanly thing and mention everyone in Blogville with random thoughts....
Reeg- man down. go on without me.
Sylv- size 11.5 or 44 in european sizes.
Taft- i don't wear any underwear.
Nick- are you happy to see my dog or is that a bowling pin in your shorts.
Jeff- strike one, strike two, screw pitching machines. i say we just buy troy hudson to pitch.
Phil- if i were on american idle i'd sing the theme song to american idle.
Tiff- Matrix sucked. i'm free for you to cater for me tomorrow. i'm not allergic to any foods.
Dan- blog bitch.
Regards,
Edmund C. Pan
The Bizarro un-Top Ten List
Gugol. Ala Jefe Luna-bar, I have given notice at Presenting Solutions Inc (that's the co. I work for currently...it's ok, I forget sometimes too). My final day in my office will be May 29th, when they kick me out the door after realizing that I let my dog chew on everything.
B-22. Yahtzee! Glad to see Taft is finally putting together the first edition in her personal rendition to War and Peace. If we added all of Taft's blogs and put them into books, all the world's rainforests would be decimated. On the other hand, if we added all of Nick's blogs together, we'd have The Pocket Dictionary, Letters Za-Zc. (excerpt:"Nick happy, bowl good. Yay A's")
7. The other day my dog started humping some girl's leg and the girl couldn't stop laughing. And I thought, wow, my dog and I connect on so many levels and share so many experiences.
UB40. I'm sorry Phil, but i haven't watched any t.v. except for sporting events and ESPN. Therefore I am exepmt from making any American Idol comments.
$$$. I've accepted an offer to become a corporate bitch at American Express. The official term is Financial Advisor, but that's just a front. When I begin to build my client base, I'll be sure to come to you guys. Then you'll be sorry I posted because I KNOW WHERE YOU ARE.
2+2=Bingo!<b> I will also be forced to officially quit my current posts at Holy Name (though they don't know it yet) and St. Ignatius (as water polo coach) and will therefore lose my membership to the Jamaican-i-got-tree-jobs-you-lazy-bastard Club (see: In Living Color).
RIP. I saw the Kings lose game 7 while I was sitting in a Sacramento sports bar. I haven't seen so many white men cry since they canceled Cheers, and I now know how a black guy would feel at a Metallica concert....just lay looooow and don't sing along.
Bobble Bobble. I have a month off before I begin at AmEx. I'm planning a short trip to VEGAS BABY, VEGAS (see: Swingers). Any interested party goers are invited except Val. I don't wanna feel all low roller when I'm sweating out $5 and she's laying down a $G like it's monopoly money.
XXCCMIXCVII. Where do I get some SARS? I hear it's the "in" thing.
Fin. Taft. A whole day in the Sunset and you didn't visit me? Fine be like that. I'll let you slide this time cuz the Duke joke in your blog was top flight(Yes, i actually read the whole thing. No SARS yet, but yes on the shits, but that could be the bean with extra bean burrito I just ate).
Now to do the gentlemanly thing and mention everyone in Blogville with random thoughts....
Reeg- man down. go on without me.
Sylv- size 11.5 or 44 in european sizes.
Taft- i don't wear any underwear.
Nick- are you happy to see my dog or is that a bowling pin in your shorts.
Jeff- strike one, strike two, screw pitching machines. i say we just buy troy hudson to pitch.
Phil- if i were on american idle i'd sing the theme song to american idle.
Tiff- Matrix sucked. i'm free for you to cater for me tomorrow. i'm not allergic to any foods.
Dan- blog bitch.
Regards,
Edmund C. Pan
*BURP*
whew....i'm full.....
***********
*applauds taft's alchohol extravaganza*
ahhh TAFT....reading your blog reminds me of the mayhem of G2...and the liver I have to prove it! Maybe you were one of the rowdy folk that flug a tortilla @ me while I ran the B2B like goddamn PREFONTAINE......
I wish I had the luxury of early morning inebriation along the streets of my beloved city. Sadly, I was registered to race with KENYA @ 8am.....while miss kenya finished in 39minutes....i trailes 25 minutes later, making my total B2B time 1:05:37 Not bad for 7.5 miles! I was able to shave a good 10 minutes off last year's time....
i just ate too much eggplant, spinach and mushrooms.....i had a whole plate of it for $2.50 from the good ol' Gap cafe....a Cafe 3 floors below you is EVIL, I say. I could order a stuffed thanksgiving turkey for lunch and they'd probably make it for me. After bringing my lunch from home (mac&cheese)...I was STILL hungry! with everyone passing my cube with their burgers and tacos and pizzas, I could have eaten 7 meals and still feel hungry. so, to feel as guilt free as possible, I ordered these grilled veggies.....but they gave me too much! so now i feel bloated and want to fall asleep......
Congratulations NAST on your all-time bowling score. Remember when you, me, michelle, den and dan used to bowl every day? I think my all time highest is 198.....
I, too went bowling this weekend....friday to be exact. Rather than going for POINTS, I opted for HOURS......yes, I succeeded in marathon bowling for 5 hours.....and I felt sore in joints that I had never felt before......HIGH SCORE for the night: 125
I hope all you ruben lovers showed your lovin by voting last night...and don't give me the excuse that it was busy....BAH! dedicated ruben fans would have kept calling.....I had the luxury of the at&t idols text messaging, so voted 25 times! my roommate, tho, chose to vote for clay 5 times.....hmmmm. anyhoo, we'll see who it'll be tonight! i'm, so excited...but i probably won't cry this time (b/c i don't think these fellas will cry like kelly clarkson did)
so v-may's birthday, huh? i'm scared. i'm scared because on v-may's b-day she shoves you a shot of vodka every 2 minutes and sh*t talks to you in tagalog.....then she proceeds to take body shots @ your house and pass out for 3 hours on your bathroom floor while her loving BF and good friend try and bring her back to conciousness. get your livers ready everyone....what a night of debauchery this will be.....I'm going to wear a pail around my neck...what about you?
OK, so i sent some of you (i still don't have an updated list of everyone's emails!) this thing called FRIENDSTER....check it out....it's really bizarre. talk about six degrees of separation, this site lets you connect with a whole network of people who know somebody who knows somebody and so on.....ONE RANDOM EXAMPLE: I invited doyouphilme, and his sister is also on there, and she happens to be longtime friends with my great great big sis in my sorority, who is also the next door neighbor to my pledge sister/good friend aimee! so check it out...
That's all for now, folks! back to the land of shoes...
P.S: BR just took a bunch of stuff on SALE today....go shopping people!
ciao,
syl
whew....i'm full.....
***********
*applauds taft's alchohol extravaganza*
ahhh TAFT....reading your blog reminds me of the mayhem of G2...and the liver I have to prove it! Maybe you were one of the rowdy folk that flug a tortilla @ me while I ran the B2B like goddamn PREFONTAINE......
I wish I had the luxury of early morning inebriation along the streets of my beloved city. Sadly, I was registered to race with KENYA @ 8am.....while miss kenya finished in 39minutes....i trailes 25 minutes later, making my total B2B time 1:05:37 Not bad for 7.5 miles! I was able to shave a good 10 minutes off last year's time....
i just ate too much eggplant, spinach and mushrooms.....i had a whole plate of it for $2.50 from the good ol' Gap cafe....a Cafe 3 floors below you is EVIL, I say. I could order a stuffed thanksgiving turkey for lunch and they'd probably make it for me. After bringing my lunch from home (mac&cheese)...I was STILL hungry! with everyone passing my cube with their burgers and tacos and pizzas, I could have eaten 7 meals and still feel hungry. so, to feel as guilt free as possible, I ordered these grilled veggies.....but they gave me too much! so now i feel bloated and want to fall asleep......
Congratulations NAST on your all-time bowling score. Remember when you, me, michelle, den and dan used to bowl every day? I think my all time highest is 198.....
I, too went bowling this weekend....friday to be exact. Rather than going for POINTS, I opted for HOURS......yes, I succeeded in marathon bowling for 5 hours.....and I felt sore in joints that I had never felt before......HIGH SCORE for the night: 125
I hope all you ruben lovers showed your lovin by voting last night...and don't give me the excuse that it was busy....BAH! dedicated ruben fans would have kept calling.....I had the luxury of the at&t idols text messaging, so voted 25 times! my roommate, tho, chose to vote for clay 5 times.....hmmmm. anyhoo, we'll see who it'll be tonight! i'm, so excited...but i probably won't cry this time (b/c i don't think these fellas will cry like kelly clarkson did)
so v-may's birthday, huh? i'm scared. i'm scared because on v-may's b-day she shoves you a shot of vodka every 2 minutes and sh*t talks to you in tagalog.....then she proceeds to take body shots @ your house and pass out for 3 hours on your bathroom floor while her loving BF and good friend try and bring her back to conciousness. get your livers ready everyone....what a night of debauchery this will be.....I'm going to wear a pail around my neck...what about you?
OK, so i sent some of you (i still don't have an updated list of everyone's emails!) this thing called FRIENDSTER....check it out....it's really bizarre. talk about six degrees of separation, this site lets you connect with a whole network of people who know somebody who knows somebody and so on.....ONE RANDOM EXAMPLE: I invited doyouphilme, and his sister is also on there, and she happens to be longtime friends with my great great big sis in my sorority, who is also the next door neighbor to my pledge sister/good friend aimee! so check it out...
That's all for now, folks! back to the land of shoes...
P.S: BR just took a bunch of stuff on SALE today....go shopping people!
ciao,
syl
Tuesday, May 20, 2003
PARENTAL ADVISORY: Warning, the following blog is extremely long in length. Viewers may experience dyslexia, dizziness, fatigue, SARS, infertility, the shits, cancer, dry mouth, and/or a strong desire to throw the computer out the window. Please consult your doctor immediately if any of these symptoms occur.
A Tale of Two Cities
By Tiffany Grace Basilio
Main characters: Taft, UC Davis Lacrosse, and the fine people of San Francisco
Setting: Davis and San Francisco
Year: 2003
Day 3 (Sunday 5.18.03)
8:30 PM: Enter Taft as she arrives back home in Davis, exhausted after what seemed like the longest three days of her life. When you've been awake since 6:45 that morning from having participated in your first Bay to Breakers, you can?t help but feel like you can pass out and sleep for days.Flashback to Day 1 (Friday 5.16.03)
Friday flew by in a blur as I took care of last minute preparations for the team banquet that night. After a scrumptious dinner provided by the fine chefs of Buca de Beppo, the team and I headed back to Davis to hand out awards and such. Small details and inside jokes aside, the banquet itself concluded on a sappy note as the team surprised me with the best gift a former player turned coach could ask for ? my very own superduper-size beer mug, specially engraved with the quote "Even a mug this size doesn't allow me to drink with as much heart, effort and skill as I coach with." Insert teary eyes here. Can there be a better way to transition into the afterparty? I didn't think so either.
So what I can actually conjure up from that night are the following blurbs: at one point during the night, one of my guy friends had me hoisted upside down for all to see the lovely undies that I was sporting under my dress.....I made lots of rookies take lots of shots, especially the girl who went to our archrival SH and constantly badgered me all season by calling me out as a cherry (she took a shot for every time she said cherry that night).....I found out the love of my life (who's actually this cute and super nice guy from my Spanish class) is moving away to Huntington Beach. What a bummer.....got in a yelling match with some guy over the damn lakers, then schooled a bunch of other guys on my knowledge of college basketball. It pays to have ESPN-loving guy pals, like most of you fine bloggers out there, to teach you a thing or two about sports.....hey go read that quote from the mug again. Now go have three superduper-size mugs of beer and read it again. It will start to look something like "Even mugs with hearts can't coach" or various assortments of that phrase. Note to self: don"t drink and read..... I woke up the next morning in my bed at home with my dress and shoes still on. Fade into Day 2 (Saturday 5.17.03).
And boy did I suffer that morning. It takes me a whole day to recover from a night of heavy drinking, rendering me completely incapable of making any quick-thinking decisions, like say taking a last minute trip to San Francisco for the Bay to Breakers. The very thought of running in the condition I was in brought pains to my stomach as I visualized what the contents of last night's food and booze intake would look like in its upchucked form (heed the parental advisory now, if you will). Despite my unwillingness to participate in this or any activity other than sleeping, I still managed to find myself packing my things and jumping into my roommate's San Francisco-bound car. Ok fine, maybe come race time my upchuck reflex will have subsided, I thought to myself.
So you're probably wondering where we planned to crash for the weekend. My thought exactly. My friend knew some fellas who lived on 6th and Judah, so we ended up on their stoop. But no one was home. So what would any other girl in such a situation do? Why take the Cosmo quiz of course! Just as we were about to determine if I was a gal who was "ready to settle down" (aka get married) or not, the resident of the house arrived and we were finally allowed inside. FYI, Cosmo deemed me a "commitment-friendly chick."
I spent the rest of the day wandering about the sunset (check out Wishbone on Irving which carries the trendiest little odds and ends. Think mini urban outfitters, but without all the clothes). I must say it was really weird being in that area without you guys. I couldn't help but think of you all the whole time (insert sympathetic awwww's here). Must have been because there were a lot of cracked-out homeless beggars and old-ass Asian people around. Ohhh yes, nothing says 3rd floor crew like some dirty hobos. :-) Later that night, more people poured into the house to crash for the next day's race. So what does everyone decide is the best way to spend the night before a 7 and a half mile race? Why drink of course. Off we went to the corner store to purchase forties from some crazy Russian lady. Luckily we were all too tired to get wasted that night. Plus the realization that we actually had to get up at 6:45 the next morning loomed over our heads long enough to prevent us from taking another sip of beer. Lights out. Enter Day 3 (Sunday 5.18.03).
I am not a morning person. 6:45 came around too quickly and I was awakened by someone in the house yelling "good morning sunshine" in as cheery and obnoxious a voice as you can get at that hour. I wanted to throw my pillow (or something much much larger) at her and crawl back to bed. So we all got our stuff together, vodka-filled waterbottles included, and walked down the street to catch the N Judah which would take us to the Embarcadero for the start of the race. Once we hit the streets of downtown, all hell broke loose.
So what's funnier than a naked man jumping on a trampoline? Absolutely nothing! That basically sums up the Bay to Breakers experience doesn't it? So obviously the race didn't blast off to a staggering start because we were surrounded by fellow boozers (and I don't mean former Duke-y Carlos and his family. Ha! My first sports quip, albeit I sound like Jeff, but whatever). Tortillas flew through the air like Frisbees, chants ensued around the guys doing keg stands, and here I am taking a shot out of my vodka-infused water bottle with a cop no less than 50 feet away. Only in San Franciso. Only Bay to Breakers.
By Fell St, I was hammered. So were all my new pals. Thank god they knew people who lived on Fell so I could take a potty break in a real bathroom. I recall a flock of elvis's sitting and hanging out with us at one point, but I could be wrong. Anyway, once we got into the park, more hell broke loose as I lost the group. Thankfully, I still had my friend Ali (who was the evil genius that got me into all this mess in the first place) but she was just as smashed and confused as I was. So we ran back to see where we lost them. Nowhere in sight. Maybe they went up ahead of us. So we ran, yes ran, up further to see if they were there. No such luck. So we ran s'more and as we sped past Mr. Personality rejects, carts with kegs, women in wedding gowns and naked painted men, others around us cheered us on thinking that we were actually racing or something. Fools. "I'm as drunk as you are!" I yelled back. It was useless, we weren't gonna find the people we knew in this sea of madness. Because of all that running, the buzz was starting to wear off, so we decided it was time to refill and mooch off someone's keg. Seeing as how we were nearing the end of the race, most kegs were tapped. But suddenly, out of the blue, this magic cart pushed by the SF men's rugby team pulled up and we scored some Sierra Nevada. But get this - the guy pushing the cart ended up being the brother of none other than Brendan O'Brien, the Santa Clara lacrosse team's coach! How crazy is that. A couple of quick chugs and an empty cup later, we were off running again. Next thing I knew, I was at the beach with the finish line in sight. After another quick bathroom break, I made a final dash to the finish where the clock read 5:00:06 as I crossed. That's read 5 hours, 0 minutes and 6 seconds. Not bad for a drunken first timer, eh? I heard the winner finished in like 15 minutes or something. Damn those Kenyans are fast. From there we went to some Thai place, which was actually having its grand opening that day, and rewarded myself with some good 'ol pad thai. Took the N Judah back to the house, crashed on the couch for a bit, and then we were back in the car to return to Davis.
The End.
So what have we learned from the main character's adventure, kids? Drink in moderation. Otherwise you'll spend the next few days exhausted and without a voice. For all you literary wits who love nothing more than some good intellectual discussion on blogiterature, feel free to post comments. The author will be available shortly for questions and autographs. Thank you.
A Tale of Two Cities
By Tiffany Grace Basilio
Main characters: Taft, UC Davis Lacrosse, and the fine people of San Francisco
Setting: Davis and San Francisco
Year: 2003
Day 3 (Sunday 5.18.03)
8:30 PM: Enter Taft as she arrives back home in Davis, exhausted after what seemed like the longest three days of her life. When you've been awake since 6:45 that morning from having participated in your first Bay to Breakers, you can?t help but feel like you can pass out and sleep for days.Flashback to Day 1 (Friday 5.16.03)
Friday flew by in a blur as I took care of last minute preparations for the team banquet that night. After a scrumptious dinner provided by the fine chefs of Buca de Beppo, the team and I headed back to Davis to hand out awards and such. Small details and inside jokes aside, the banquet itself concluded on a sappy note as the team surprised me with the best gift a former player turned coach could ask for ? my very own superduper-size beer mug, specially engraved with the quote "Even a mug this size doesn't allow me to drink with as much heart, effort and skill as I coach with." Insert teary eyes here. Can there be a better way to transition into the afterparty? I didn't think so either.
So what I can actually conjure up from that night are the following blurbs: at one point during the night, one of my guy friends had me hoisted upside down for all to see the lovely undies that I was sporting under my dress.....I made lots of rookies take lots of shots, especially the girl who went to our archrival SH and constantly badgered me all season by calling me out as a cherry (she took a shot for every time she said cherry that night).....I found out the love of my life (who's actually this cute and super nice guy from my Spanish class) is moving away to Huntington Beach. What a bummer.....got in a yelling match with some guy over the damn lakers, then schooled a bunch of other guys on my knowledge of college basketball. It pays to have ESPN-loving guy pals, like most of you fine bloggers out there, to teach you a thing or two about sports.....hey go read that quote from the mug again. Now go have three superduper-size mugs of beer and read it again. It will start to look something like "Even mugs with hearts can't coach" or various assortments of that phrase. Note to self: don"t drink and read..... I woke up the next morning in my bed at home with my dress and shoes still on. Fade into Day 2 (Saturday 5.17.03).
And boy did I suffer that morning. It takes me a whole day to recover from a night of heavy drinking, rendering me completely incapable of making any quick-thinking decisions, like say taking a last minute trip to San Francisco for the Bay to Breakers. The very thought of running in the condition I was in brought pains to my stomach as I visualized what the contents of last night's food and booze intake would look like in its upchucked form (heed the parental advisory now, if you will). Despite my unwillingness to participate in this or any activity other than sleeping, I still managed to find myself packing my things and jumping into my roommate's San Francisco-bound car. Ok fine, maybe come race time my upchuck reflex will have subsided, I thought to myself.
So you're probably wondering where we planned to crash for the weekend. My thought exactly. My friend knew some fellas who lived on 6th and Judah, so we ended up on their stoop. But no one was home. So what would any other girl in such a situation do? Why take the Cosmo quiz of course! Just as we were about to determine if I was a gal who was "ready to settle down" (aka get married) or not, the resident of the house arrived and we were finally allowed inside. FYI, Cosmo deemed me a "commitment-friendly chick."
I spent the rest of the day wandering about the sunset (check out Wishbone on Irving which carries the trendiest little odds and ends. Think mini urban outfitters, but without all the clothes). I must say it was really weird being in that area without you guys. I couldn't help but think of you all the whole time (insert sympathetic awwww's here). Must have been because there were a lot of cracked-out homeless beggars and old-ass Asian people around. Ohhh yes, nothing says 3rd floor crew like some dirty hobos. :-) Later that night, more people poured into the house to crash for the next day's race. So what does everyone decide is the best way to spend the night before a 7 and a half mile race? Why drink of course. Off we went to the corner store to purchase forties from some crazy Russian lady. Luckily we were all too tired to get wasted that night. Plus the realization that we actually had to get up at 6:45 the next morning loomed over our heads long enough to prevent us from taking another sip of beer. Lights out. Enter Day 3 (Sunday 5.18.03).
I am not a morning person. 6:45 came around too quickly and I was awakened by someone in the house yelling "good morning sunshine" in as cheery and obnoxious a voice as you can get at that hour. I wanted to throw my pillow (or something much much larger) at her and crawl back to bed. So we all got our stuff together, vodka-filled waterbottles included, and walked down the street to catch the N Judah which would take us to the Embarcadero for the start of the race. Once we hit the streets of downtown, all hell broke loose.
So what's funnier than a naked man jumping on a trampoline? Absolutely nothing! That basically sums up the Bay to Breakers experience doesn't it? So obviously the race didn't blast off to a staggering start because we were surrounded by fellow boozers (and I don't mean former Duke-y Carlos and his family. Ha! My first sports quip, albeit I sound like Jeff, but whatever). Tortillas flew through the air like Frisbees, chants ensued around the guys doing keg stands, and here I am taking a shot out of my vodka-infused water bottle with a cop no less than 50 feet away. Only in San Franciso. Only Bay to Breakers.
By Fell St, I was hammered. So were all my new pals. Thank god they knew people who lived on Fell so I could take a potty break in a real bathroom. I recall a flock of elvis's sitting and hanging out with us at one point, but I could be wrong. Anyway, once we got into the park, more hell broke loose as I lost the group. Thankfully, I still had my friend Ali (who was the evil genius that got me into all this mess in the first place) but she was just as smashed and confused as I was. So we ran back to see where we lost them. Nowhere in sight. Maybe they went up ahead of us. So we ran, yes ran, up further to see if they were there. No such luck. So we ran s'more and as we sped past Mr. Personality rejects, carts with kegs, women in wedding gowns and naked painted men, others around us cheered us on thinking that we were actually racing or something. Fools. "I'm as drunk as you are!" I yelled back. It was useless, we weren't gonna find the people we knew in this sea of madness. Because of all that running, the buzz was starting to wear off, so we decided it was time to refill and mooch off someone's keg. Seeing as how we were nearing the end of the race, most kegs were tapped. But suddenly, out of the blue, this magic cart pushed by the SF men's rugby team pulled up and we scored some Sierra Nevada. But get this - the guy pushing the cart ended up being the brother of none other than Brendan O'Brien, the Santa Clara lacrosse team's coach! How crazy is that. A couple of quick chugs and an empty cup later, we were off running again. Next thing I knew, I was at the beach with the finish line in sight. After another quick bathroom break, I made a final dash to the finish where the clock read 5:00:06 as I crossed. That's read 5 hours, 0 minutes and 6 seconds. Not bad for a drunken first timer, eh? I heard the winner finished in like 15 minutes or something. Damn those Kenyans are fast. From there we went to some Thai place, which was actually having its grand opening that day, and rewarded myself with some good 'ol pad thai. Took the N Judah back to the house, crashed on the couch for a bit, and then we were back in the car to return to Davis.
The End.
So what have we learned from the main character's adventure, kids? Drink in moderation. Otherwise you'll spend the next few days exhausted and without a voice. For all you literary wits who love nothing more than some good intellectual discussion on blogiterature, feel free to post comments. The author will be available shortly for questions and autographs. Thank you.
Monday, May 19, 2003
nick's notes....
quite a week in sports i must say;
-a thrilling 9th innning rally by the A's to finish one series just before starting a series versus post season rival minnesota
-exciting nail-biting game 1's in both the east and west conference finals (go Mavs)
-sorenstam will be playing in the colonial
-nick newlin broke his previous high score in bowling of 187 by bowling a 205 (first time breaking the double century mark)....and as a momento, i got myself a bowling pin from the bowling alley from that spectacular night
quite a week in sports i must say;
-a thrilling 9th innning rally by the A's to finish one series just before starting a series versus post season rival minnesota
-exciting nail-biting game 1's in both the east and west conference finals (go Mavs)
-sorenstam will be playing in the colonial
-nick newlin broke his previous high score in bowling of 187 by bowling a 205 (first time breaking the double century mark)....and as a momento, i got myself a bowling pin from the bowling alley from that spectacular night
Sunday, May 18, 2003
Friday, May 16, 2003
*Phil applauds Regan for fixing the blog*
Kudos to Regan for fixing the picture he messed up originally... see I knew you could find another picture with yourself in it... as long as I"m in it.. I"m happy =P
Who would have thought a simple vote would get people's attention... woohoo.. I'm with most of you: Mr 205 needs to win and Miss Hottie Boom Bottie Kirsten needs to win... I swear I'd put money on it... =)
Jefe, I wouldn't start a career in burglaring fulltime just do it as a sidejob... or more recreationally for that matter... Jeffee.. how could you pick Jen??? You know it's all about the looks....
Sylvia - Running a marathon is like cleaning the house... it sounds nice to do it.. but you don't got the energy/motivation to actually do it... Would love to just be able to run a mile w/o stopping...
Taft - So you must take pictures of your apt party.. Do I hear a buzzed blog part deux???
Lamster - I could never play kickball b/c you could hardly ever really get a hit... I must watch you though.. I still owe you one for watching me play v-ball.. what time are your games.. and who is your team?
Reegsta - I see that ms seductive's b-day is coming up.. any bars/clubs we will be soon getting an invitation to go to celeberate her 24th???
Also, who's still in the NBA playoffs.. I'm not even watching??
Ok I gotta go.. Dentist appt in the morning.... see you all later!
PHIL
Kudos to Regan for fixing the picture he messed up originally... see I knew you could find another picture with yourself in it... as long as I"m in it.. I"m happy =P
Who would have thought a simple vote would get people's attention... woohoo.. I'm with most of you: Mr 205 needs to win and Miss Hottie Boom Bottie Kirsten needs to win... I swear I'd put money on it... =)
Jefe, I wouldn't start a career in burglaring fulltime just do it as a sidejob... or more recreationally for that matter... Jeffee.. how could you pick Jen??? You know it's all about the looks....
Sylvia - Running a marathon is like cleaning the house... it sounds nice to do it.. but you don't got the energy/motivation to actually do it... Would love to just be able to run a mile w/o stopping...
Taft - So you must take pictures of your apt party.. Do I hear a buzzed blog part deux???
Lamster - I could never play kickball b/c you could hardly ever really get a hit... I must watch you though.. I still owe you one for watching me play v-ball.. what time are your games.. and who is your team?
Reegsta - I see that ms seductive's b-day is coming up.. any bars/clubs we will be soon getting an invitation to go to celeberate her 24th???
Also, who's still in the NBA playoffs.. I'm not even watching??
Ok I gotta go.. Dentist appt in the morning.... see you all later!
PHIL
Hi, my name is Jefe, and I would like to (re)enter the world of the blog. With your permission, I would like to post the following blog:
Forecast: Bloggerstorms have been heavily reported and there's no telling when they'll stop. Being that weather forecasters are so accurate, I will make like one, and predict that these bloggerstorms will end Tuesday morning. Prove me wrong.
As some of you know, I am leaving my work and am going off to nursing school. However, after this morning, I think I might change my mind and pursue another career. So, at 6am this morning, I drop my mom off at her vanpool. I get home only to find that my front door lock is jammed and my key is not working. The damn door wouldn't unlock. So, there I stand, in my snowman pajamas (pants only) trying to turn the key for 15 minutes. I can't enter through my garage cuz it's manual and I don't have the key. Luckily my dad worked the night shift, so I gave him a call and he said he would come home. I think he was reluctant and was prolly thinking "he's such an idiot." So he gets home, and we plan out our next step. We go to the backyard and put our old dishwasher under one of our kitchen windows. He stands on top of it and takes off the screen but the window poses another obstacle. The window is one you can open but there's a pole keeping it from opening. We fine some screwdrivers in the car and we pry them under the window and manage to flick the pole away. I then jump up and through into the house to unlock the back door! So, I think I'm gonna become a burglar. How ridiculous is it that we had to break into our own house. Twenty damn minutes to break through, but for me, I was there for a damn hour! Then I had to change really quickly out of my pj's and rush to work. TGIF huh?
Anyways, I have given my notice at work and I am leaving July 11. So, if any of you know anyone interested in a PT Aide job, please pass me their info. I am taking charge in finding my replacement.
Taft/Nick: I'm glad our trip to the exploratorium was educational. I can't even remember those things and you two make it sound like it's your new language!
T-Lam: it's been studied that how far you kick is attributed to the size of one's balls. one cannot kick far if you have small balls or no balls at all. bigger balls generate the power to kick the ball far. I guess the guy's on that team had a combined number of NO BALLS. Next time, I recommend you bust their nuts for fun...being that it wouldn't make a difference in their kicking abilities.
FILL-UP: I think both should win and start the first male duo group. They'd rock-it like they were in houston! they should call themselves 205 Winks! I haven't watched the bachelor, but kristen is hot and has a fantastic body, pretty face, nice smile, etc. So with that said, I want Jen to win!
SYLV: Pilates is way tough...i try it at work and I'm way stiff. But i gots to say, the reformer and the cadillac are cool names for the machines.
REEG: so kk couldn't get into a large spread? and you like a girl like that?
FYI: New pitching machine coming soon! No more malibu! Thanks Reeg!
BTW: Joey should have ended up with Dawson and NOT Pacey!
Please keep if acceptable or delete if my re-entry to the world of blog is unacceptable.
Jefe
Forecast: Bloggerstorms have been heavily reported and there's no telling when they'll stop. Being that weather forecasters are so accurate, I will make like one, and predict that these bloggerstorms will end Tuesday morning. Prove me wrong.
As some of you know, I am leaving my work and am going off to nursing school. However, after this morning, I think I might change my mind and pursue another career. So, at 6am this morning, I drop my mom off at her vanpool. I get home only to find that my front door lock is jammed and my key is not working. The damn door wouldn't unlock. So, there I stand, in my snowman pajamas (pants only) trying to turn the key for 15 minutes. I can't enter through my garage cuz it's manual and I don't have the key. Luckily my dad worked the night shift, so I gave him a call and he said he would come home. I think he was reluctant and was prolly thinking "he's such an idiot." So he gets home, and we plan out our next step. We go to the backyard and put our old dishwasher under one of our kitchen windows. He stands on top of it and takes off the screen but the window poses another obstacle. The window is one you can open but there's a pole keeping it from opening. We fine some screwdrivers in the car and we pry them under the window and manage to flick the pole away. I then jump up and through into the house to unlock the back door! So, I think I'm gonna become a burglar. How ridiculous is it that we had to break into our own house. Twenty damn minutes to break through, but for me, I was there for a damn hour! Then I had to change really quickly out of my pj's and rush to work. TGIF huh?
Anyways, I have given my notice at work and I am leaving July 11. So, if any of you know anyone interested in a PT Aide job, please pass me their info. I am taking charge in finding my replacement.
Taft/Nick: I'm glad our trip to the exploratorium was educational. I can't even remember those things and you two make it sound like it's your new language!
T-Lam: it's been studied that how far you kick is attributed to the size of one's balls. one cannot kick far if you have small balls or no balls at all. bigger balls generate the power to kick the ball far. I guess the guy's on that team had a combined number of NO BALLS. Next time, I recommend you bust their nuts for fun...being that it wouldn't make a difference in their kicking abilities.
FILL-UP: I think both should win and start the first male duo group. They'd rock-it like they were in houston! they should call themselves 205 Winks! I haven't watched the bachelor, but kristen is hot and has a fantastic body, pretty face, nice smile, etc. So with that said, I want Jen to win!
SYLV: Pilates is way tough...i try it at work and I'm way stiff. But i gots to say, the reformer and the cadillac are cool names for the machines.
REEG: so kk couldn't get into a large spread? and you like a girl like that?
FYI: New pitching machine coming soon! No more malibu! Thanks Reeg!
BTW: Joey should have ended up with Dawson and NOT Pacey!
Please keep if acceptable or delete if my re-entry to the world of blog is unacceptable.
Jefe
Hey all
Nice looking picture. However, the pix is kinda old. Which means someone needs to have another PaR-TaY to make more hilarious pix of Asians with red-ass faces.
Reeg suggested that I update you peeps on kickball. We just had our 3rd game last nite and it was a doozie. We came back at the bottom of the 5th (regulation is 5 innings) to tie but to lose 5-3 in the extra innings. Considering I was a horrible team captain and forgot the beer, we all had a good time. Except of course, the other team was bunting throughout the entire game. Even the guys were p*ssies and bunted. We almost came out victorious over the pansies. DANG IT!!! Next time, we’re gonna have “REAL MEN DON’T BUNT” on our T-shirts or “SUCK ON DEEZBALLS IF U BUNT”…any other suggestions are welcomed
Bummer tiff, I won’t be able to make it to your phatty shindig. I will be at our alma mater HN cooking tons of food for an event. I’m sure I will want to get drunk after cooking and cleaning for lots and lots of people. But I will be thinking of you and awaiting another buzzed blog
I don’t watch bachelor so I cannot vote. Me likey Rueben sandwiches. Hopefully I will be watching dopey Clay on Broadway when I’m in NYC. AAAWWWWW YEEAAHHH!!!!
Another random SI sighting. Martha Shaunessy is in the kickball league as well.
Alright, that’s all folks!!! Have a nice weekend and enjoy the weekend
~tiff
Nice looking picture. However, the pix is kinda old. Which means someone needs to have another PaR-TaY to make more hilarious pix of Asians with red-ass faces.
Reeg suggested that I update you peeps on kickball. We just had our 3rd game last nite and it was a doozie. We came back at the bottom of the 5th (regulation is 5 innings) to tie but to lose 5-3 in the extra innings. Considering I was a horrible team captain and forgot the beer, we all had a good time. Except of course, the other team was bunting throughout the entire game. Even the guys were p*ssies and bunted. We almost came out victorious over the pansies. DANG IT!!! Next time, we’re gonna have “REAL MEN DON’T BUNT” on our T-shirts or “SUCK ON DEEZBALLS IF U BUNT”…any other suggestions are welcomed
Bummer tiff, I won’t be able to make it to your phatty shindig. I will be at our alma mater HN cooking tons of food for an event. I’m sure I will want to get drunk after cooking and cleaning for lots and lots of people. But I will be thinking of you and awaiting another buzzed blog
I don’t watch bachelor so I cannot vote. Me likey Rueben sandwiches. Hopefully I will be watching dopey Clay on Broadway when I’m in NYC. AAAWWWWW YEEAAHHH!!!!
Another random SI sighting. Martha Shaunessy is in the kickball league as well.
Alright, that’s all folks!!! Have a nice weekend and enjoy the weekend
~tiff
*****back in Gap Land......*****
THAT PICTURE IS HUGE......but thanks reegs for fixing the bloggie......
random thought: isn't it amazing how mucha salad can fill you up??? i'm trying this new healthy diet thingy and i never realized how full i could get off a salad......those burgers they be grillin right next to the salad bar still look yummier than ever....*sigh*
BAY TO BREAKERS!!!! yes, folks...it's that time again....and of course, there is no volunteers to run with me....anyone, anyone???bueller?bueller?? C'mon people...this is a FUN RUN...not a marathon! when else do you get to run behind a wall of fat naked middle aged hippies drinking beer at 8 am??? as long as it doesn't rain (like last year), those 7.5 miles will go by in a flash!
"i do yoga and pilates and the room is full of hotties...."
well, not MY room....but I have invested in the wonderful world of pilates.....it's kind of a power yoga, if you will....and it's great! they do some crazy excersises that feel so silly but you don't realize how much of a workout you're getting.....
RANDOM SI SIGHTING
well it's a sighting and an encounter/hang out in one......but sadly, it isn't someone from class of '97, so i don't know how exciting this will be to all of you. This fellow wildcat IS the older sibling of a fellow '97 wildcat.........by the name of Gino Pucillo....remember him? anyhoo, i hung out with his older bro, Dan, @ El Rio in the Mission last week......cute and charming....he was fun to hang out with. The other guys we hung out with that night were also '94 wildcats...but i don't remember their names...
more random thoughts....
OK OK, i admit it, i want to go to the JT/ Dirty Girl concert........a.k.a Justin Timberlake/Christina Aguilera concert.....anyone else wanna try and find tix?
anyhoo...going bowling tonight....@ presidio bowl....you are more than welcome to stop by and bowl with me...... =)
PEACE OUT!
THAT PICTURE IS HUGE......but thanks reegs for fixing the bloggie......
random thought: isn't it amazing how mucha salad can fill you up??? i'm trying this new healthy diet thingy and i never realized how full i could get off a salad......those burgers they be grillin right next to the salad bar still look yummier than ever....*sigh*
BAY TO BREAKERS!!!! yes, folks...it's that time again....and of course, there is no volunteers to run with me....anyone, anyone???bueller?bueller?? C'mon people...this is a FUN RUN...not a marathon! when else do you get to run behind a wall of fat naked middle aged hippies drinking beer at 8 am??? as long as it doesn't rain (like last year), those 7.5 miles will go by in a flash!
"i do yoga and pilates and the room is full of hotties...."
well, not MY room....but I have invested in the wonderful world of pilates.....it's kind of a power yoga, if you will....and it's great! they do some crazy excersises that feel so silly but you don't realize how much of a workout you're getting.....
RANDOM SI SIGHTING
well it's a sighting and an encounter/hang out in one......but sadly, it isn't someone from class of '97, so i don't know how exciting this will be to all of you. This fellow wildcat IS the older sibling of a fellow '97 wildcat.........by the name of Gino Pucillo....remember him? anyhoo, i hung out with his older bro, Dan, @ El Rio in the Mission last week......cute and charming....he was fun to hang out with. The other guys we hung out with that night were also '94 wildcats...but i don't remember their names...
more random thoughts....
OK OK, i admit it, i want to go to the JT/ Dirty Girl concert........a.k.a Justin Timberlake/Christina Aguilera concert.....anyone else wanna try and find tix?
anyhoo...going bowling tonight....@ presidio bowl....you are more than welcome to stop by and bowl with me...... =)
PEACE OUT!
syl