What a Feeling

I busted a #3 to Georgia from Hot Topic. I bought some Jack3d from Yohannes at Great Earth. Then went to Paul and Martha's place to upload video of their band's performance last Friday. Watched What Happens in Vegas while there. Then came home to catch the end of WWE RAW. It's also already February 1 in the Philippines due to the different time zones, which means it's cousin Phillip's Birthday.

Roundhouse into the sidekick

I went to the annual LA Fitness Expo by myself because no one else could make it and I'm hardcore like that. I love getting more free samples than I know what to do with.

UFC referee Herb Dean was there.

RYAN: That was a bad call-- (his face falls) I'm kidding, I'm kidding. But how many times have fans tried to tell you that before?
HERB: Never! I take that seriously! I'm going home! [Storms off]

And then he came back to reveal he was joking. He got me there. He made out a free autographed pic of himself to me. He's starting his own referee school because apparently the athletic state commissions are now requiring referees to be certified.

UFC fighter Bar Nam Phan was walking around as a fan.

RYAN: I like your fighting style. I like that roundhouse into the sidekick (in his match against Leonard Garcia).
BAR NAM PHAN: ...
RYAN: You know what I'm talking about?
BAR NAM PHAN: Yeah ... It was an accident.

Well, El-Oh-El.

RYAN: I'll be looking for another roundhouse into a sidekick.
BAR NAM PHAN: Roundhouse, side kick, [does a spin kick] ...

And then I made a startling discovery. I introduced myself to this dude that rockstar David and I met last year. SInce then, I've seen him frequent GNC. All this time he was actually indy pro-wrestler The Awesome Plague without his mask, or "Shannon" as he insists.

It seems like I see former gym assistant manager Candace working at the Expo every year. She's back in my database.

Later at the mall, annoying chick (a.k.a. my stalker) at Hot Topic spotted me when I was on my way to meet up with mommy to have dinner at Granville. But Leah was working. She's renewed in my database.

Pour Some Sugar On Me

Matt and I went to PWG's show at Wrestlereunion. We met up with old friends/fellow fans Peter, the "Grey Mustache," and Mustache's son in Chad's hotel room. Pro-wrestling stars present that I cared about seeing were "Rowdy" Roddy Piper, "Cowboy" Bob Orton, Terry Funk, Jimmy Hart, and Jake "The Snake" Roberts (in his retirement match). I was standing next to former pro-wrestler Funky Billy Kim while waiting in line.

RYAN: I never thought I'd be standing next to you in line.
BILLY KIM: Yeah, I haven't wrestled for them in forever, so I couldn't go up to them and be like, "Hey, guys ..." -- "I'll take two [tickets] please."

Smoke on the Water

I'm getting better at this Carlos Santana song that I've been rocking lately at guitar practice.

I recorded Paul and Martha's band's performance at Paladino's.

Someone must've messed up at the TV station. Smallville was supposed to come back tonight with a new episode, but some show called The Vampire Diaries was aired instead. I guess I didn't miss anything.

I came home to watch of replay of tonight's Spartacus: Gods of the Arena and fired up the porn. By total fluke, albeit while doing reconnaissance on Facebook, I stumbled onto the page of this former Hot Topic employee (last mentioned in entry 12/5/10). Our interactions had revolved around Harry Potter merchandise. I had once said I needed beer goggles for her, but she looks a lot better on Facebook. I busted a #3 to her for the first time ... and she was good.

Natural Steroids?

I went to the gym to do some compound exercises and the same ab workout that I've been doing for many months now. The funny thing is I noticeably had more energy than usual. I had the same good cereal with two added spoons of wheat germ, a banana, green tea, and the energy bar that mommy recommends for workouts. Could the key lie in that combination?

My first day of Ballet!

I was fashionably late to Eugene and Stef's meeting. Jun was present. They have a new board member named Paul. And I met Kyle, who claims to have met me before, but I don't remember. Mmm ... Red Velvet Cupcakes plus black tea. And I took home a Vanilla Vanilla cupcake.

I was originally supposed to take Ballet last year (see entry 2/10/10), but had to leave the country for Auntie Zelda's funeral. But finally I started today! Wow - aside from biceps and maybe triceps - it's a full body endurance workout. If only I didn't have such a good annual renewal rate at the gym, I might've actually considered canceling my gym membership in lieu of Ballet, swimming, and working out at the park.

No one in the database was working at the mall except for Leah at Hot Topic.

Beginner Class WTF?

I was able to get a nap in before Breakin' class. I wandered around like silly at first because rooms got switched. I have to admit the chick at the front desk is jackoffable.

Class was: B-Girl Shorty, her brother Zack, some dude they called Jeff, and a 13-year-old whose voice is going through puberty. 1) From lying on back, kick up and twist to the right, slipping right hand under and into a left-sided air chair. What the fuck? I wasn't able to accomplish this. 2) Baby freeze and kick up to hit an air chair. Again, what the fuck? 3) Coin-drop, into backspins, into kip up. THAT I could do. Mental note: Hydraulic backspins are bomb.

Then Shorty ordered us to drill flair, into backspin, into air chair. Ahem, where was I supposed to learn a flair beforehand?

I saw Rez from high school outside again as I was leaving and he was arriving. Supposed to be my fellow Spartacus: Blood and Sand fan, Rez is skipping out on the Gods of the Arena prequel mini-series as he's bummed about Spartacus (Andy Whitfield) having to be recast due to Whitfield's cancer relapse.

Because real recognizes real

Today would've been my dad's Birthday.

I was wearing my latest Harry Potter shirt when going down the stairwell of the mall towards In-N-Out. Ahead of me was some asian chick with bleached blond hair, which I always thought was unattractive on an asian chick. Behind me was a chubby, blond white chick. At first, I thought that if I was forced to choose which of them to have sex with, I would play it cool by reluctantly asking, "Do I have to?" Later, however ...

CHUBBY WHITE CHICK: (As I coincidentally flexed my pecs due to arms crossed) You are rocking that Harry Potter shirt.
RYAN: Thank you.
CHUBBY WHITE CHICK: Thank you.

Dash that! If given the choice, I would have sex with her, out of respect mind you, because real recognizes real!

My mommy and I ate at Olive Garden as it's the tradition to eat noodles (or similar) on one's Birthday, in this case my late dad's. My mommy had the Fettucini Alfredo. Mine was "The Tour of Italy" - a little bit of Fettucini, Lasagna and Veal Parmigiana. I think the waitress' name was Jennifer. She was wearing a Gryffindor (Harry Potter) tie. My usual drink, the Sicilian Splash, has been discontinued. Jennifer offered a similar drink and even to exclude it from the bill if I didn't like it, because real recognizes real!

Ended the night with the usual WWE RAW.

I think I managed to sneak past my stalker. I think.

Jazz wasn't working at Red Robin. Boo. But that chick Faith was at Brookstone. Yay. At Hot Topic, my stalker was there. I think I managed to sneak past her while checking out new stuff. I think. I'm not sure if this taunting face she made was at me or at her coworker who was standing a few feet ahead of me.

Dinner with my mommy was at Outback Steakhouse. We tried the new carrot cake. Then Matt texted me:

MATT: Everclear was a great idea. I got my roommate's sister's number.
RYAN: Was it liquid confidence or was she really wasted?
MATT: A little from column a, a little from column b.

"Bring Your Friend to Database Run" Day

Matt and I finally got around to recording dialogue with my powerful boom mic for Eugene and Stef's meeting this Wednesday. Then it was time to show Matt my stomping grounds as he needed to buy Absinthe and Everclear at Bevmo for his roommate ...

... But no one in the database was working! Cockblock! BUT walking outside, deja vu as I heard that chick Megan singing at the Glendale Marketplace! (see entry 1/7/11.)

At Bevmo, this plain-looking and somewhat chubby - but not ugly - employee named Melissa was very knowledgeable about Absinthe that her knowledge suddenly made her more attractive. After waiting in line behind a group of Poles ...

CASHIER: (Holding the Everclear) ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL YOURSELF?

Then shared my story of my first time trying Everclear ("From the bottle," as Matt backed up), the cashier cautioning to have 911 on standby, blah, blah, blah ...

On the way back, I sprinted as that singer Megan was was singing Taylor Swift's You Belong With Me as when I first saw her. Meanwhile, freerunner Tony was dancing to the side.

RYAN: You b-boyin'?
TONY: No, shuffling.

Who still shuffles these days?

I dropped Matt off before going to watch Paul and Martha's band at The Park Bark and Grill in Burbank. A couple of Martha's cougar friends from last time were there checking me out again and telling me I "got a nice smile." Yay self esteem! But the highlight of the night was summarized in my following text message to Matt:

Trying my first (Sam Adams) Noble Pills on tap. And this singer who opened for the band I work for is the most jackoffable chick I've seen in a while that it so makes up for today.

Matt replied:

Sweeeeeeeeeeet.

Unfortunately, after firing up the porn when I got home, I was too damn sleepy to bust a #3.

Gods of the Arena

I woke up from a dream that I was having sex with Heather's older sister Naomi in the "carrying her while standing up - whatever it's called" position. In the dream, Naomi and I are trying to keep quiet so that Heather, next door, doesn't find out. End dream. My subconsciousness > your subconsciousness.

I finished my second box of Red Robin fries to go for lunch. I have to say that waiter Derek is generous with free refills of fries to go.

I watched Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief before rocking some Carlos Santana at guitar practice.

Finally, Jazz was working at Red Robin. I then walked to the corner where no one was looking and discreetly reached down my pants for the brief victory yoink.

Leah was working at Hot Topic as well. Double score in the database.

I watched the end of WWE Smackdown and it was finally time for the premiere of Spartacus: Gods of the Arena (a prequel mini series to Spartacus: Blood and Sand)! Borderline softcore porn, fight choreography, debauchery, oh my! And then I finally opened up this bottle of Baileys Irish Cream that Matt gave me 2 Christmases ago, mixed it with eggnog, drank some straight, fired up the porn, busted a #3 to Leah, and then busted a #3 to Jazz.

It means "The Crazy Chicken"

I went back to Tito Noel to cut my hair in layers.

Mommy and I bought dinner at El Pollo Loco. My Spanglish tells me the name means "The Crazy Chicken."

No one in the database was working at the mall except for Jessica, who was closing up that girly store she works at. I ordered a copy of The Working Actor's Guide to Los Angeles at Borders.

A Time Travel Paradox sort of day

I did a bunch of compound exercises at the gym.

I watched The Time Traveler's Wife. It was great utilization of the time travel paradox model, the same model shared by Terminator and Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.

No one in the database was working at the mall except for that chick Faith at Brookstone who was wearing a blouse that exposed her shoulders, giving the illusion of more skin. And I got a boner. I ate a chili chili cheese burger and garlic parmesan fries dinner with Freckled Lemonade at Red Robin.

Alone time with the teacher

I went to my 2nd Breakin' (or "Break Dancing" as the media calls it) class ... and I opened the door to find the teacher, B-Girl Shorty, alone.

SHORTY: No one showed up!

Yay. I get alone time with the teacher. Some jackoffable blond chick stopped by to visit her.

BLOND: (At Shorty) Wait, you're teaching this kid?
RYAN: [Thums up at her.]
BLOND: You're having class with one student?

Shorty taught me to 6-step properly, then 5-step, 3-step, and 2-step. Her brother/assistant teacher, Zack, showed up at the end. Nice guy. On the way out, I saw Rez from high school for the first time since those days. He always had the reputation for being the best dancer. We caught up and discussed one of our favorite shows, Spartacus: Blood and Sand.

Jazz wasn't working at Red Robin. Boo. Random note: That chick Jessica looks nice with her hair down.

Unleash the boom mic!

Today's Martin Luther King Jr. Day. Stock market was closed. Yay day off!

Matt and I finally met up to play with the boom mic.

Jazz wasn't working at Red Robin. Boo. But Leah - the substitute for Gerogia, who in turn is the substitute in the database whenever Jazz isn't working - was working at Hot Topic. She did something different with her hair. She has a couple of bangs now.

I ended the night with WWE RAW.

Hair did

I got my hair did - as people like to popularly say, though grammatically incorrect.

Mommy and I ate dinner at Cheesecake Factory. I had the beef ribs for the first time in seemingly forever since people keep saying I've been losing weight.

Pussy on the Pedestal

Today was Brazilian Jesse's (from Capoeira) Birthday.

I was at the mall when I saw freerunner Tony. He was listening to his iPod as he spun and hopped back in a dance like motion.

RYAN: Practicing wall flips?
TONY: Naw, I'm high right now.
RYAN: Oh, are you able to do wall flips while high?
TONY: No, I'm too dizzy. I can only do wall spins.

Leah, the "substitute" for Georgia - who in turn is the substitute in my database for Jazz whenever Jazz isn't working at Red Robin - was working at Hot Topic. She got some red streaks (which at closer view might be more pink) under her blond streaks in her brunette hair. Mmm ... So I busted out the spycam.

Also, that chick Faith, whom I've said has a very vague resemblance to Ashley Green (Twilight's Alice Cullen) - thus, a "poorman's Alice Cullen" - was working at Brookstone. I busted out the spycam. I was feeling the Tempurpedic pillows.

FAITH: Did you have a question about the pillows?
RYAN: No, they just feel really nice.
FAITH: (Laughs) I know, right? It does. It totally does.

Now I have her laugh and smile in my database.

I went home, mixed some of the hard liquor I jacked from Uncle Lando's house last Christmas with leftover eggnog, and watched 17 Again and then Twelve Monkeys. And then, it was finally time ...

I have not busted a #3 yet in this new year, not since last December 28 (see entry 12/28/10), because it's a big deal to me who I bust a #3 to first in the new year. The characters from 40 Year Old Virgin would call it, "Putting the pussy on the pedestal." I would've loved to bust a #3 to Darrion from Breakin' class last Tuesday (see entry 1/11/11), but she's going back to South Africa tomorrow and I didn't want my first time (this year) to be with someone who was leaving me. (Yes, that sounds like a line from an over-dramatic drama.) But tonight I finally decided on Faith, the "poorman's Alice Cullen" from Brookstone. So I fired up the porn, busted a #3 to Faith, and exploded as expected due to the hiatus as the Hallelujah track blared in my head!

Samba Pa Ti

I watched Donnie Darko on Demand before rocking some Samba Pa Ti by Carlos Santana at guitar practice.

Jazz was working at Red Robin. Her hair was tied in a bun. That's new. I was able to subtly reach down my pants for the quick victory yoink when no one was looking.

Mommy brought home some Thai BBQ. I ended the night with a rerun of the time-travel themed 200th episode of Smallville entitled Reunion, the last half of WWE Smackdown, and It's Complicated on Demand.

A good dream

I woke up from a good dream. First, it started weird when mommy and I had to move to Chicago. I've never been there, but the first paternal family members in America settled there. Then Turbo came from Heaven to play with me. I was borderline lucid dreaming when I invited Bosco to come as well and he did. The dream ends with mommy and I discussing that I should go for my Blackbelt in Tae Kwon Do this year. End dream.

I went to the gym to lift weights. Still no regiment yet. Just a little of everything.

I watched The Tooth Fairy on Demand starring The Rock, or Dwayne Johnson as he pretentiously like to go by nowadays.

Bollocks! I'm still a Taurus!

I watched the unrated version of Sex Drive on Demand. I guess the highlight of my day was buying water, milk and cereal at Costco like a grownup. I saw the freerunner Tony at Barnes & Noble.

TONY: What's up?
RYAN: Nothing much. Just checking out books.
TONY: That's always good.

He was wearing the same Batman shirt as last time when I saw him, so I guess I'm not alone in wearing the same shirt more than once within a week. No one in the database was working at the mall. Boo. But that chick Jessica (see entry 12/28/10) was working at that one girly store.

I came home to some chicken, corn, and halo-halo from Jollibee ... as well as some news that Ally (see entry 11/19/10) posted on Facebook that everyone's Zodiac signs may today be inaccurate due to the earth's wobbliness! Source: Your Astrological Sign May Not Be What You Think It Is

1/11/11

I went to my first Breakin' (or Break-Dancing, as the media calls it) class at the Millennium Dance Complex. B-Girl Shorty (who's apparently been on TV), who teaches the class, was late. Shorty's brother started class. I never expected to see so many jackoffable white chicks in a Breakin' class. Every chick at tonight's class is in my database!

There was a young guy and girl, Ashley and - not sure how it's spelled, but pronounced "Dare-yen" - respectively, both of whom were on scholarship from South Africa. Too bad Ashley (again, a guy) and Darrion (I'll just guess that's how it's spelled) go back home on Sunday.

RYAN: Does anyone know how to top rock?
DARRION: Ask [Shorty]. (Heavy accent on "ask.")

Eargasms. Didn't know South African accents were cute. Regarding my calm demeanor when racing another student with calf hops, Darrion also remarked ...

DARRION: You're so chill. [Imitating my arms-crossed pose.]

She also seemed to be impressed with my knack for kip-ups.

RYAN: I was only checking [class] out tonight, but I might have to come back.
ASHLEY: You must!
DARRION: Yes, you must!

Again, thick accents on must.

Mommy and I ate at IHOP. It was her random idea. I had a steak omelette with a side of new Cinn-a-stack pancakes and a Splashberry. I confirmed with Eugene that I would help adapt his stageplay into a film. I went to the gym to do cardio and review what we learned in Breakin' class.

Cell booster

My mommy and I had until the 13th to return these useless iPhones that don't get any signal in our house. But then we bought a cell booster that basically functions like a tower inside the house. And after 28 days, our iPhones finally work inside the house. I watched WWE RAW right before going to the gym for cardio and stretches. It's been a while since I've seen Danny working at the front desk.

(Something that no one will understand, but noteworthy to me: Andrew's tribe, Apoc, won W18 on a game I play called TW.)

I could probably get down in the Tron world

I woke up from a dream where Vara (see entry 12/28/10), the chick from the video store where I bought my boom mic, was all covered up in an outfit as if she was in the Tron: Legacy movie, but in a sweater-y reddish theme of colors ... and on top of my sort of lapdancing. I mean, I was laying down instead of sitting on a chair, but oh well. End dream.

I got my glasses re-tightened at the mall. Why wasn't anyone in the database working at the mall? Boo.

My mommy and I went to Uncle Lando's for BBQ. Uncle Lando gave me some merlot wine. He also accidentally dropped his glass and it shattered all over the floor leaving an artsy purple splat. Then I mixed a second glass with Mango Nectar juice. Then mommy tried some wine and I'll always be able to use that against her if she ever tries to lecture me about drinking. Ha. They watched The Craigslist Killer on the Lifetime Network while all I could think about is eating the cheesecake tomorrow that I brought home.

Spokeo is my new addiction

I finally cut my nails on my right hand late last night, a.k.a. my guitar-playing nails. Playing classical might be a bitch more than usual as they grow back.

My mommy and I went to her friend Jun's funeral. My favorite part was the buffet afterward at the reception at Castaway's in Burbank. Worth noting: My mommy, trying to cheat by getting to the cemetery before the traffic of everyone else, once inside accidentally followed the wrong funeral! All cars with the same idea behind us were lost as well.

Nobody in the database was working at the mall. Boo. But as I was walking on the far end opposite of the Hot Topic, I noticed someone in the corner of my left eye pointing at me. I turned to look ... and it was my stalker, a.k.a. "Annoying Chick."

ANNOYING CHICK: I've seen you everyday--
RYAN: This is my first time seeing you this new year!
ANNOYING CHICK: Well, I've seen you--
RYAN: I swear you're hallucinating half of these encounters!
ANNOYING CHICK: Shut up!
RYAN: Did you lay off your seasonal workers?
ANNOYING CHICK: Blah, blah, blah ... hours got cut, the season's over ...
RYAN: It's just when I didn't see you for a week, I thought you had gone.
ANNOYING: Sorry, I'm here to stay.

On the outside, I was like, "Damn it!" But on the inside, in a somewhat masochistic kind of way, I'm flattered about having a stalker.

Can't believe there was nothing to do at home. But Spokeo.com is my new addiction!

It's official: This Taylor Swift shirt keeps getting me some play

I rocked Carlos Santana's Evil Ways among other things at guitar practice today. Mommy stopped by. Vahik told me to play for her. Mommy and I ate at Panera Bread across the street for the first time afterward. So far, the best thing there is the Green Iced Tea.

No one in the database was working at the mall. Boo. But I totally forgot a story that occurred last Wednesday: I was standing in front of some store because its sound system was playing Taylor Swift's Mine. (I was wearing my Swift shirt too.) I was rockin' to its drum pattern when I looked across and saw a chubby-but-aight MILF, with her stroller, checking me out as her hand tapped to the drums. A type of blond in which the blond turned darker over the years.

I walked down the escalators afterward ... but decided to go back up to get her in my database. Johnny, whom I haven't seen in a while (see entry 10/26/10), was coming down the other escalator. But a few people behind him was the MILF with her stroller and her guy ... and yet she nodded at me. Score! That was Wednesday.

Tonight, (wearing my Swift shirt again) I was across the street from the Glendale Marketplace when I heard some chick singing You Belong With Me where Iam used to sing. I sprinted across the street (making sure the crosswalk was on, mind you) and there was this cute white chick on her guitar. She saw my shirt, smiled, and as soon as she had a break in the lyrics yelled, "Nice shirt!" The sign said her name's Megan Arial and she's in my database.

Mommy and I ate dinner at In-N-Out.

1st Movie Hopping on 2011

I went to the AMC 16 and paid to see Yogi Bear at 3:00PM, then snuck into Tron: Legacy in 3D at 4:50PM, and Tangled in 3D at 6:55PM. Yay for never returning 3D glasses. Mark texted to ask if there were any hot chicks. Well, Yogi Bear had Anna Farris, Tron had Olivia Wilde (whose tits you can see in the movie Alpha Dog), and Rapunzel was voiced by Mandy Moore.

Oh what a glorious Wednesday for the database!

I went to Great Earth and discussed with Yohannes fish oil, Jack3d, and urinating/puking in public places (i.e. in Las Vegas).

This chick Faith whom I busted a #3 to once was working at Brookstone. Jessica was working at that one girly store. Hmm ... the database for "substitutes" for whenever Jazz isn't working is getting longer. Georgia and Leah were working at Hot Topic. That's a double whammy. I busted out the spycam for Georgia and Leah. And just when I was finally going to call it quits, I walked around Red Robin one last time ... and apparently Jazz had finally clocked in. Score!

Mental note: Some new tater tots place replaced the Kurtosh place at the Americana. Free samples of BBQ tater tots and sour cream tater tots - as kids these days like to say - equal "win."

Mommy's friend Jun, who apparently with his wife would commonly see me at church, died last Friday. I went to the vigil ...

MOMMY: You only came here for the food?!

... and ate siopao, siomai, pancit noodles, meat loaf, empanada, pastries, cheese rolls, and dark coffee.

And I still had to return to the mall later to have dinner with mommy at In-N-Out. I saw freerunner Tony practicing on railing outside. He actually knew what I was talking about when I shared with him that I learned to do Rey Mysterio's 619 between metal railings.

Bombs of World War I tore holes in Neverland

I finally finished reading Peter Pan in Scarlet, the only authorized sequel to JM Barrie's original Peter Pan. I don't even remember when I started reading it.

Doggin'

I did cardio on the stairmaster at the gym.

No one in the database was working at the mall. Boo. This chick who works at Hot Topic (who had green hair last week, purple hair this week) was walking alongside another Hot Topic employee with pink hair. "Purple Hair" was there last week when I bought my Taylor Swift shirt. Annoying chick/my stalker was complaining to her that I'm supposedly "at the mall everyday." "Purple Hair" spotted me, gave me a knowing smile, and I gave her back a look that made her shyly look away. Ended the night with WWE RAW.

First time setting foot in the 818 for 2011

The brunette in front of me in line at the Burger King in the airport was jackoffable. My mommy, her sister and I took a plane back from Las Vegas to the Burbank Airport. I went straight to the gym. Dennis, who used to work at the Red Robbin in Glendale and now working at the Red Robbin in Simi Valley, was there. I did half an hour of cardio.

1/1/11

Last night, we went to Cathleen's (Andree's childhood friend) hotel room at the Palazzo for the midnight countdown. Her cousins Leonard and (crap, I can't remember the other's name) gave me Budweiser and shots of Crown Royale while I put my mommy in her place when she tried to object. THEN I had to fight with my mommy's sister/Andree's mom when she tried to object to 30-year-old Andree being given a cup of champagne!

But we ended up on the sidewalk anyway to watch fireworks at midnight as my mass text to anyone I haven't spoken to in a while read:

Multi-tasking: Drunk, protecting family in Close Quarter Combat in chaotic Las Vegas Blvd, wishing you Happy New Year, while drunk chicks feel my hair. Love, Ryan

Today, we had some Chinese buffet for Jillian's Birthday lunch. Andree, a doctor, was working a 24-hour shift at the hospital until tomorrow. Then I baby-sat the kids once again during Jillian's quest at Circus Circus to win a stuffed monkey. And then a Holy Grail moment: 4Lokos were being sold at a shop, either $6 for one or $8 for two, and Janine advised that I get them since they're banned in California. My Facebook status then read:

Guess what's not banned in Vegas. 4Lokos! Wheee! Translation: Happy 1/1/11 :-)

Highlight of my day: We met up with cousin Sheila, sister of the legendary cousin Philip, who happened to be in Vegas with her family. They later treated us to a buffet at the M Resort where I afterward gambled $5 and made it into $31.