Daily Update

Have you ever wondered why the 'traffic officers' stand in the middle of the intersection and direct traffic while the stop lights above them are working just fine? Well, Me too until today. Its for practice, or punishment. What police precinct doesn't threaten their officers with demotion to a traffic cop? And they get that practice in so they can fully mimic the working traffic lights where they aren't working. I'm sure thats the case. This morning I had a run in with some 'Downed lights' and there was at least on full brigade of these 'specially trained' units protecting and serving the public with their bright yellow vests and their briskly strategic hand movements.

Now yesterday if you haven't heard was Chris's Birthday. In preparation for this largely celebrated event, two nights ago Mike and I conspired to text him at the same time, just to see if we could be the first. We did so and Mike won, and I took third place. Unbeknownst to us, there was a third party competitor who took second place in this midnight race. She was so upset about taking second place that later the next day (last night) I received random multiple punches in the arm for that 'infraction', as well as certain comments I was accused of saying but were just misunderstood as critiques rather than comments.

So we went to some I-tallian place in Pacific Palisades that Jeff has fallen in love with. I mean he REALLY talked this place up, like it was better than Chris N Pitts or something. So we get there and he starts telling people where to sit, and then we all needed to clear our orders with him first before we got his 'Order-able' stamp of approval. He needs everything to be perfect after all. So then they bring the Breaded Grease balls. Sure they were good. The best part about them is when Sara decided to put 7 in her mouth at once. It was priceless. Good thing I was the one with the camera to document the whole event. Then the girls started thinking it was fun to pass my camera around like it was a photograph. I think this was an evil plot to prevent me from taking super cool pictures. But their misconduct was short lived. I had the upper hand, and continued to celebrate the documentation of this event. Then the girls started thinking it was funny to steal food off my plate. I was confused at this, cause i was supposed to be the funny one. Then i was repeatedly attacked by one Sara 'The Sherpa' Collins, with the fist. My natural defenses took over, flexing my masculine bulging muscles. I think by doing this she hurt her had by punching it into my shoulder multiple times. I felt bad for a second, but then got over it real quick. The food was only OK, and medium small portions. It never reached Jeff's stature that he talked it up to.

A few of us went over to Jeff's for Ice Cream and Cake afterwards. We watched an episode of Arrested Development in Chris's honor.

I then went home to greet my roommate Eric previewing American Idol. It was like poison, cause I had to stay up for the result show.

To wrap up Chris' Birth Day, Mike and I pulled a funny again, and both texted him 10 seconds before midnight seeing if we were the Last to wish him so. We though we were pretty funny.

Lunch was sponsored by Marvin's diner.

I'm listening to Blind Melon right now.