Nik has sole

Last Wednesday I went to my first ever kickstart party.  I was excited because the creator of the shoe line was there and I would have the opportunity to tell Nik how proud I was.  The facade was a 4 chair barber shop with the rotating barber pole on the outside in Los Angeles “Where is the party? .  A secret door led into a dark pub like atmosphere,  house music playing and super young crowd. Nik had the beautiful display of a footwear on a candle lit table.  I picked one up and smelled the new leather all which came From and made in  Portugal.  I hugged Nik and I immediately got a warm energy boost. “My whole life savings went into this” Nik says   You have to go out on a limb to get to the fruit.  I have a wristband which gets me a Bacardi sponsored rum drink and I order a 12.00 dollar sandwich. I’m definitely in Los Angeles Westside for sure.  I break bread with Phoebe and Moe and shared the take out they had.  A Filipino and and Idonesian and we talked food, poker and traveling and I loved the giggling “What’s up with the 13 letter names?” And teased both of them when I asked “how long have you guys been together”  they just met that night.  I knew the grilled cheese with bacon was going to be rich and it  was also delicious so I glad we shared it  The LGBT crowd is the target for these beautifully made shoes but they are for just about anyone.  I love the fresh faces complexions free of lines and beautiful heads of hair with good smelling product in it.  Everyone I met like Beck and her GF dressed stylishly and everybody gave good hand shakes. And I appreciated that there are plenty of people who take effort to dress nicely with crisp clean lines and accessories that complement rather than detract.  Nik’s girlfriend Amy seemed  tired but she was there to support Nik and that spoke volumes.  Nik you are an entrepreneur extraordinaire and have the best attitude to be successful. You are a good pet guardian too. I got my LA cache.



Let’s Meet Up

Humans are creatures that require socialization or else we die.  Or die earlier. In the states there is plenty opportunity to do this and I’ve chosen the meet up.  It’s “Meet people in your community to share interest” I’ve done a hiking, live music and now poker meet up.  Friday night I pull up to a house in a middle class neighborhood and my mom and I are first to arrive.  We walk to a back house 2 story and we are greeted and upon  entering I immediately see a pet rabbit and the tall guy who is running this poker group introduces us to his family.  A 15 y.o and and a baby boy both darling. It’s a full house and I’m shocked because I find out you can rent a closet size room with 2 people for 700.00 bucks.  Slowly people trickle in and it’s a Vietnamese American youngster who has yet to play Omaha,  a tall dude who doesn’t like the game because the rules just don’t make sense.  40 bucks  buy in and let the games begin. For the record it’s not a good idea to bad mouth other poker meet ups but this was an exception. Apparently there  is a gal out there who is not only crazy but uses participants to move large pieces of furniture and expects them not to scratch a thing or there is hell to pay in the form of harassing texts.  The youngster ironically said he knows her and was “scarred for life” ” I haven’t gone to a poker meet up for over a year because of her”. My mom even knew her because she has shown up at other poker groups “Is she a Redhead?”  Unasimously heads nod in agreement.  An attractive gal showed up and a potential suitor of hers who was carrying Flemish beer and  a E-cig. He is encouraged by a table full of people to “Do The Dragon” with a reluctant look he inhales deeply gets close to the poker table and an ungodly amount of rolling billowing smoky water vapor rolls out of his two facial orifices and I screamed in delight.  It looked like a scene from Lords of the Rings. I got chills too.  Lastly there was a newly fiancée couple and one of them who said to say her name is Rainbow Brite. I asked the group if I could blog about that night and I give a shout out.  Rainbow Brite was just that.  She was fun and funny and said both her and her fiancé were foodies and travel to eat “Washington, San Francisco” prefix menus are indeed the way to go.  I loved their generosity, she gave my mom and the student a filet-o-fish sandwich and me a water. Josie was serious about her life and playful in poker.  We played easily to three am and of course the newbie student won some big pots and was the main money winner I was second I think.  I wrote on the comment feedback regarding the event “entertaining, legit and seasoned poker players”. 

Sleazy Eight

Can you imagine a road dawg’s rite of passage includes staying a seedy motel. Well I did and boy was I on alert. I see a police officer at a fast food drive thru. I ask “how’s this place? You know it’s bad when someone answer with a question.  “How long you stayin?” One night “oh you’ll be okay” this place is known for dope according to the officer  That’s just great I was going to lay out by the pool and read. Got a little reassurance from desk clerk who was counting out a mountain of change telling a  guest holding a cardboard sign “You’re short again I’ll cover the rest”.  But the piece de resistance happened when  this gal looks in to offer her company not knowing I was in the room. She saw the legs of the driver and decided that door left ajar was an invitation.   Man this is some crazy joint.  I could handle the homeboy veterano on his bike circling his territory riding in between the 53 foot long trucks staring hard when I was getting a drink. It was the gal that scared me because she  partially entered the room until she heard a bellowed “NO”. All I’m thinking is “man I am losing my edge” situations like these didn’t scare me as much as before,  now I just wanna get some shut  eye and in the morning get the hell out of the Easy Eight.

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Tail in the Soup

The title sounds so much better than what really happened. One can wear scrubs pants backwards so you have two pockets in the front. I went to the bathroom and the drawstring went right into the toilet and got wet. I said to myself out loud “My tail in the soup” and stuck with me. It’s good to have soup and and its not so good when something you wear or need ends up in it. This is exactly how I feel. Things are great but something will pop up to detract from the goodness. I went to celebrate Chinese New Year on the actual day and nothing was happening until the weekend and I didn’t go because I was exhausted. I have to go to trucking school this year and I know I should. I just been dragging my feet. And all I am thinking about is wanting my life to be like the movies. EAT PRAY LOVE to be exact. And this darn blog I feel as though I keep writing the same stuff and I am. I’m slowly building resentment at this hovering period I’m in. So I’m stuck in traffic this afternoon and I call the driver to tell him “March 7th” when I can hop back into the truck. And I hear it in his voice that I sound like I want to work as a nurse and maybe return in the Summer. He says “It doesn’t really matter” OMG what does that mean? . Then still while driving on the freeway I notice a couple on a bridge holding hands walking a dog and it brings a smile to my face. I get closer and notice it is a homeless couple and they are both thin and tired and the dog is skinny. See tail in the soup.

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Relax It’s Just Poker

Women’s Queen of Hearts 10:00 am 70.00 buy in. My favorite since I won long long time ago. You got your picture taken with a nice crystal trophy and bragging rights for about a week. 92 women this time and no Jose Canseco.  He once claimed reverse discrimination and then was  allowed to play.  There was a standing ovation for the gal who knocked him out. But I heard he made it into the money.  Anyways  today one gal complained the hour was too early and her drive was too long (40 miles). She whined about “how everyone thinks she is Filipino”. Or Hispanic, I guessed Guam.  She reacted as if  I said she was cyclops with  psoriasis. I tried guessing, given the 40 mile hint but gave up…why because it was none of my business and she was not EVER gonna tell me. I liked her play, a little textbook but unlike me if she knew she was  beaten she fold. I like to  chase too much and then wonder why I’m short stacked. My mom owed me 5 bucks because whoever gets knock out first pays the other one. I realize with such a small buy in it was just best to enjoy the company.  I raise with pocket pair got reraised. And an Ace came I was out. Oh well.

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A Wish for My Friends.

20150207_173428My birthday passed recently and for the record it was one of the most enjoyable special birthdays I’ve had in quite some time. To Fortino who I love because he is special and generous And Lillian who made me feel loved and cared for in a way that was reassuring. I didn’t realize I needed to be with these two but at the end of the night it was meant to be. In my opinion we three came from modest humble beginnings and by some measure we are successful. We all have loving family relationships and the laughter we share. Although it took a story of my other friend who farted at a party I took him too so he could flirt, did Fortino start to let the laughter take over. I shared about the pansy ass hand shake the car service guy gave me and the walk through sex shop in West Hollywood to notice “Organic Lube” and giant chocolate dildos and how I accidentally walked through photo shoot. It was in alley give me a break. I am in the words of some, a junkie of certain TV shows. Yes we went to Pump, the restaurant seen on the Bravo channel. It was beautifully lit and the music was just right, subtle French hipster music that if you listen to words closely you would start to cry. I was buzzed which helps the deep feelings coming bubbling up to the top and all I could feel was love for my two way way back friends. Fortino you are such a success and a picture of health. And to Lillian you made me feel like a birthday girl for the first time in a long time. I love you both and thank you for making this a remarkable Happy New Birthday.

Chinese and me

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The New year. Chinese New Year that is, which is February 19th and I’m excited. The driver went to see his son in Daly City near San Francisco. One bus and hopping on the Bart gets you quickly to Powell and Union. 26.00 dollars for 4 of us round trip. I first went onto the Bart when I was still a single digit midget and now I’m 49. Time has taken its toll on the poor rail as it screeches out loud. So it was best to chat at the station stops if you had something worthy to say. I people watch, the tired commuters after a long day their chins to chest and on the phone. Then there is Chinatown which is special to me since I went there often by myself and tried things I had no business trying. Being by myself is freeing, so I was free to try anything nothing exotic but questionable. Salty Plum soda which is more Vietnamese than Chinese but hey when in Rome. It tasted like friggin ocean water the kind you spat out quickly when you’ve been toppled by a wave. I passed on anything gelatinous but I tried the dried stuff. Dried little cuttlefish, squid and brine flavored strips of preened pressed shrimp things . We have fruit roll ups and they have salty roll ups. According to YoYo Chinese CEO Yangyang the story behind the red envelopes and fire crackers was a beast that pillaged villagers when his food ran out and a beggar told them the 3 things the beast feared. Fire, noise and the color red. Three things I fear is sickness taxes and death. Nian gao which means “year cake” but also rise in stature and success every year. So here’s to Us all of us.

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Back In The Truck

Back in the truck and feels awkward but going to San Jose, Milpitas and San Francisco might help.The home where lawyers are roommates  or if you have rent control from the way way back you’re getting off cheap.  I loved it when both my grandmother and sister lived there at the same time and  I used every opportunity to visit.  I especially loved Chinatown where if you accidentally drop your groceries on the bus and oranges roll out you may not get them back. Or Louie dim sum on Pacific and Stockton where the  Chinese have a saying “a little dirt don’t hurt” so I’m staring at the cat with her litter lying on the bottom shelf as I order “Er bao  and sum mai” . If you can’t live in a building maybe you can scale it like a french dude did in little Italy  I watched it on TV and then went outside to see 5 helicopters hovering around a building near the Transamerica one with  cops on the roof waiting  to arrest him.  My grandmother lived above an erotica exotica bakery  “south of the slot” in the Tenderloin district.  The warmth and aroma were a bonus but the things they created with shredded coconut made it difficult for me to ask if the did a regular sheet cake for my Gma-s birthday.  “Sure” thank goodness.  San Franciscans are snobby, I would be too if I lived in Nob Hill or North Beach.  I thought paying a 50.00 dollar room tax per day at the Fairmont was a little too much. So I’ll visit for the day and   play some poker either at the Oaks Room or Garden State in San Bruno. Who am I kidding I gotta work.

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What do you Say?

Lovely social media has created a stir. Last week I attend a meet and greet based on where and when you lived in a particular city. Apparently there was a party crasher, I know I sat next to her and she was delightful. A gentleman at the same event, didn’t think so and shared his perception that implied not only did she not belong but her behavior put this group at risk. 101 comments later I realized you can’t fix ugly. We yield power with a pen or a stroke of the keyboard and may I never state anything but thoughtful factual observations and expressions that promote how special we all are and how important it is just to be nice. I don’t have to endorse the dark side which is a part of us but sometimes I can’t help myself. Last week I buried the coca-cola in the cabinet and then stacked all the other less desirable drinks on top. Why? Because no one else was going to do it, they kept pulling out soda and leaving a plastic mess behind. I enjoy a nice break room. It’s lame but got so much satisfaction especially when I heard they were looking for them. I said I put them away hee hee.

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Here we go

LAPC Los Angeles poker classic is an event to exercise your poker prowess. You can go from chip chump to chip champ .  I entered the Omaha eight or better 147 people in the field. I got served my walk of shame papers half way. I played my almost best and I realize how much I missed playing.  I saw Robert “chip burner” Turner the alleged inventor of this crazy making game and of course the usual suspects.  The Mexican and Filipino mafia each said their hellos. and I was happy to know the few  mistakes I made were not rookie ones. As the book says “you have to be willing to die” I say chip happens
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