We (about 18 of us) started the night by eating at Elephant Bar. I was sitting in the middle so I got to interact with both sides of the table. One side kept on talking about how incredible “Slumdog Millionaire” was so, of course, they left me no choice but to butt in and say, “Dude, I’m so with you on that. Remember the part where little Jamal raised his arm in the air with the photo of that one Indian actor, screaming at the top of his lungs and he’s like, covered in shit? That was awesome.”

The other side of the table was telling jokes at one point. I’ve been told that I can do a very convincing accent of an annoying Chinese man, so I did say a couple of things to them, in that particular accent, and they got a kick out of it. It reconfirmed that I do, in fact, possess a magnificent gift of impersonating a stereotypical Chinese man.

My friend, Jason, and I shared a large plate of fried shrimps together. The food was good. Not bad, not amazing, but good. As for our waitress, shit, talk about having a stick up her ass. She didn’t like us! It was odd because none of us were being anal or impolite to her. When we asked her for something, her facial expression would change from slightly grumpy to extremely petulant. When I asked for a to-go box she would come back 15 minutes later with nothing in her hands!

Perhaps it is the burden of catering to a large group of 18, but still, she should have at least put on a fake smile or something and not emit her bitchassness towards us.

To make up for her dreadful service and lack of civility, we got her to take some photos of us. Here’s one of them:

I’d say that’s a damn good photo. Thank you waitress, you just might be able to redeem yourself…now give me a gawddman to-go box so I can eat my shrimp leftovers for lunch tomorrow!

After dinner we headed towards the Embassy Suites for the hotel party. Since we weren’t able to hook up the Wii to their TV, we decided to play some drinking games. The first was King’s Cup. I’ve played that a few times before, and this one, in particular, was the most entertaining, the most hysterical King’s Cup I had ever played…ever. I wish I can explain what had happen in detail, but it wouldn’t be that funny on paper, it’s more like, ya had to be there type of stuff. But what I will say is that there has never ever been a time where I didn’t pick the 4th King. Never, and that kind of blows for me.

I recorded a great video of Pris getting sprayed by silly strings at the hotel, and also edited it to make it more entertaining. But I’ve been trying to upload it on Youtube for the last several times, and it doesn’t seem to be uploading it. Bleh! What a bitch. I will post the video once I find a solution. For now, enjoy the “teaser stills”.

Update 1-19-09: The video! Hip hip hooray!

Ah, yeah, that’s her…smooth, soft, and silky (Pablo Francisco ftw!).  So far, I’m really digging my new desktop.  It’s great! Everything’s pretty much in the monitor (speakers, CPU, etc), you could barely hear it running, and it’s incredibly sleek! I have Windows Vista now and it isn’t as bad as I had anticipated, but the only problem is that I can’t transfer my Photoshop CS (downloaded it) into the new one…sooo I’m probably going to have to purchase the actual latest software which is CS4. Doh!

The thought of me being 21 years old hasn’t really kicked in.   I guess it’s because I haven’t been in a situation that had a 21 age limit, but when that time comes I’m certain that I will smile and appreciate it and say ridiculous things like, “BOOM. Here’s my I.D., I am 21 motherfucker! Huzzah!”

Clearly, I have no idea what’s going to be in store for me in the future, as a 21-year-old, but I heard it’s the “best” age to be, and then it starts to go downhill after that, slowly but surely. Hah. We will see.