Heather's sister

Last night, my old friends Heather and Chris threw a small party at their place in Anaheim for the sake of missing everyone. Once upon a time, they threw Fight Night parties for UFC PPVs.

Only Mark and his girlfriend, Erica, were there along with old friends Tim, Jared, Jason (Chris' brother), Mare (John's ex-girlfriend), Johnny Goa (it's a stage name, so I gotta say the whole thing), and Johnny's new girlfriend.

Heather reinforced her place in my list of favorite people when she told me, "I would drive down to Mexico to bail you out of jail." I must remember her number now for future reference.



That's Tim and Heather drunk on the floor.



So then I took a pic with them.

In a drunken stupor, I tried to bond with Heather in the following conversation:

RYAN: So as long as we're being honest with each other, just between you and me, and I hope this doesn't make things awkward between us, I used to - used to - have a schoolboy crush ... on your older sister.
HEATHER: [complete silence ...] WHY?

Apparently, she missed the part about keeping that secret just between us as she vented to everyone.

HEATHER: So Ryan, who's a semi-pedophile, thinks I'm old ... yet he likes my older sister! What the fuck!

First of all, I am NOT a semi-pedophile. All those younger chicks I went out with are 18 by now anyway, so what does it matter? BTW, Heather's 32 and her older sister, Naomi, is about 37.

RYAN: Oh, and there was this 1 party where Naomi came up to me and was like, "So Heather tells me you're a bboy."
HEATHER: Yeah, my sister likes bboys. Actually, we both do.
RYAN: So, yeah, I'm gonna get back into bboying now.
HEATHER: [irritated stare]



Jared, who was always a Purple Belt in Brazilian Jujitsu ever since I met him, now teaches at the Gracie Barra Academy where he trains at. In the past, every time he tried to teach me something (and the 1st time was at Spring Break '06 in Miami), we were always wasted. This time, it was different ... only I was wasted while he was trying to catch up. Yet, I comprehended what he showed me as I was more familiar with BJJ as my Capoeira teacher, Andres, has been sharing it with us.

Seriously, Jared's transitions and execution are so smooth. Apparently, the choke that I submitted Angel with weeks ago is called the Ezekiel. Jared taught me the Home Alone defense, named after Macauley Culkin's iconic pose in the film of the same name. And he taught me his secret choke. I can't wait to rock all my Capoeria classmates.

Drunk-texted some people. Allison from Palmdale texted me back! That gave me a boner.

Apparently, last time I was conscious at the party, Mark and Erica broke up. We basically tried to put them together.

RYAN: You shouldn't be making these types of decisions while drunk.
MARK: No, I'm drunk, but I can seriously still think straight.

(Sarcastically) Riiiiiiiight.

Don't know how it ended 'cause I was sitting on the couch ... and the next thing I know, I'm passed out with a blanket over me as I wake up to my mommy calling me at 4:25AM. I think I developed the habit of passing out at friend's houses with Carlos and Michelle's place. God, I miss them.

Anyway, I ignored my mommy's call and listened to the voicemail. Cousin Joann just had her baby. His name is Tristan-Lucas. I'm an Uncle again! (In Western culture, my cousin's child would be considered my 2nd cousin. But we Filipinos don't play that Western shit 'cause it gets confusing. My cousin's son is considered my nephew.)



I went back to sleep and woke up at 6:30AM.

RYAN: Apparently, we passed out.
TIM: Whatever.

I took a Newcastle, Corona and Hefeweizen beer along with some Laughing Cow and Babybel cheese and was on the road by 6:34AM. Don't know what ever became of Mark and Erica. Made it home in 43 minutes. Thought to myself, Dammit, didn't get to go home and access the database like I wanted.

Woke up before noon. My mommy, who's always off on Sundays, is working today so she can be off tomorrow on Labor Day. Met up with Tiwat at the Glendale Galleria. Grabbed some Subway sandwiches.

Introduced Tiwat to Brian at the GNC. They bonded over xanax. Mario, who's buff and a regular customer, has been missing for 3 weeks. Mario usually makes trips to Tijuana for business. He was last heard from before making another run to Tijuana. I don't like the sound of this.

Normally, I'd be listening to Iam sing at the Glendale Marketplace. But no. The security guard, some armenian named Artin, fucked it up. Artin got in an argument with some religious preachers who are normally at the Marketplace. So he ordered Iam to sing at their spot to make sure they don't come back. The problem is nobody passes by that empty spot. Iam normally made $50 in tips. But at that empty spot, he only made $1 after an hour. The restaurant managers even said they needed Iam to sing in front of their restaurants 'cause he drew more customers. But did that armo listen? Nooo. All this just to kick out the preachers. So Iam no-showed his last gig, claiming he was sick, yet blatantly saying he was in Pasadena. That armo got the hint that he quit.

Well, I got the house to myself on this fine Sunday night, which somehow doesn't feel like Sunday. And I got my gym time in. Database time.