From my Blackberry

Steph from Capoeira had her high school graduation party yesterday at Kevin's house in Panorama City.  I picked up a congratulatory card for her from Hallmark in Glendale Galleria on my way there.  I spelled her name with an "f," but later realized she spells it with "ph."  FML.

On the road, Kevin broke the news to me, "But there's no beer."  Dammit.

Most of the Capoeiristas were there.  I was messing with Certel - I still don't know how that's supposed to be spelled - the new student who taught me how to shoot in properly, as she told me she's Vegan and lectured me while I ate my steak.  I tried to apologize to the cow, albeit while I was slicing and enjoying it.

Their dance floor was not my scene.  Some latin music I was unfamiliar with.  Andres suggested Reggae to me, describing that it allows one to stand in place alone and bob one's head.  Something called the Dub Club on Wednesday nights.

Certel finally pulled me up to go dance, but realized she didn't know this one.  Andres insisted to her, "You started something.  You better finish it."  He taught us on the dance floor.  It reminded me of my ballroom dancing lessons last year.  I just remember that one track was Suavamente, which drove my group and I crazy during our Spring Break in Rosarito back in 2005 because it was on loop.

Jesse introduced me to his friend Danny, who had been raving since 2006.  I think we did good in swaying Jesse and Kevin to go to Electric Daisy Carnival (EDC) this Saturday.

Danny:  Cell phones don't work there.

Ryan (me):  No, cell phones work.  (pointing to my head) WE don't work.

We agreed.  We found Kevin indoors.  He had been busy with some girl that he introduced to me as Sarah.  She was a little overdressed in a black dress.  Jesse's friends Carlos and Ian pointed out that I look buff.  Carlos suggested maybe even buffer than Kevin, who's already pretty big for a 20-year-old.  I was wearing my Fight Rules shirt, which shows off my pectoral muscles.  The conversation shifted when Sarah asked about my gray eyes.

Kevin:  (about my eyes) I get lost in them.

Had we not all been friends, and if we were homophobic, we would've probably said that was gay.

Anyway, 1) there was a cute white girl there.  I didn't get her name.  But despite being with a boyfriend, I caught her checking me out.  And 2) some chick name Alejandra, whom I've seen in a couple of our Capoeira classes, though she's never played in the roda, was there.  I'm not gonna lie.  I've thought about Alejandra before ... when I was all by myself ... busting a #3.  Apparently it's been insinuated, by Steph and then later by Ian, that she has a reputation.  Anyway, I got to add the white chick to my database.

Jesse, Ian and I got to watch Kevin try to drive a stick-shift as we rode in their friend Chad's car when we picked him up from his work at Blockbuster.  The car stalled once.

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Today was Father's Day.  I greeted all the fathers in my phonebook.  I woke up early, but went back to sleep and later woke up at around 1 PM.  I missed Church.  My mom and I picked up her sister from the Bob Hope Burbank Airport.  Their screaming miscommunication nearly caused several accidents.

We ate at Outback in Northridge.  Our waitress was named Julie B.  She was a dark haired white girl that looked like a cross between vaguely a young Stephanie McMahon and a belly-button-ring-wearing chick in a video that I found on Youporn and saved to my Favorites.  Julie B is now saved in my database.

I then went to my cousins Janine and Jillian's house where I started typing this from my Blackberry and now at home finishing it on my laptop.