Pop the champagne and hide the sharp objects

Sorry 1976 Tampa Bay Buccaneers, you continue to live on in infamy. You remain the only team in NFL history to finish a season without a victory. Damn...and I was looking forward to a new member of the Worst Teams Ever.

It seems that this year's rendition of the Miami Dolphins squeaked out their first victory of the season, a 22-16 overtime sloberknocker over the Baltimore Ravens.

In other news, Mercury Morris is still an asshat.

Go Boat or Go Home

In hindsight it probably wasn't the best idea to get that extra order of unagi. Or suddenly develop a taste for expensive sake. But in the heat of the moment, a guy's gotta have his sushi.

Yet looking at my latest credit card statement and seeing that over the past billing cycle I somehow spent $186.27 on sushi, I feel as if I just rubbed wasabi in my eye. WTF people?

The suspects:
Okoze w/ Bruschetta
Sushi Rock on a day off from class
Tokyo GoGo w/ Alex

Squid. Squid.

And Scene! or A Little Bit of Closure.

Well it seems that Act 1 of my quarter-life crisis in San Francisco has come to an end. Earlier on tonight I finished up the last of my classes and in a scant 3 hours I will be heading off to the airport. Why am I up at this hour then, you may ask. Well frankly, my history of imbibing too many adult beverages has always been known to throw my sleep patterns into disarray. And tonight is no exception. But that's fine. I'm going to use my time wisely...you know to update Quan's world, my social networking sites and finishing off a few loose ends.

I can't wait to get home. But it's kind of a weird feeling because as much as I can't wait to get back to see Mom & Dad, my friends and (most-importantly) my 1st place Cs, I'm going to miss SF like the dickens. I can't believe how much fun I've had over these few short months and the incredible relationships I've developed.

Which leads me to the latest happenings in my love life. Over the weekend, had "the talk" with Bruschetta aka Big Red, and while I know where we stand it's not the picture perfect scenario that I would have liked. But hey, at least we are still able to "hang out". I found out that Bartender has a BF, but in good news has a Vespa!!!! I'm still so in love and our thus, Bartender will now be known as Scooter Girl as we continue our fun game of flirting with impunity. And probably in the most recent developments, I had a serious heart to heart with School Girl and she remains the most awesomest girl around. Frankly, it was weird because it was so easy to tell her how I was feeling and she actually said she was feeling the same way. BUT...we shall have to wait to see how things develop. Yes, maybe things will change when she visits Boston and we will put all our eggs in one champagne-fuled-New Year's Eve-bender of a basket. But until then.

There's things that I've done that I always wanted to do. Things I've seen, I've always wanted to. So many great restaurants that I've eaten at. God, I am going to miss the abundance of heavenly Mexican; I really hope that I can still go to Bocca and enjoy myself. Alas, the only thing missing from the culinary scene here has been a quality supply of Boneless Honey BBQ and Pasta Salad.

Just to think that in 21 months, this adventure will be over and hopefully there will be some kick ass copywriter gig in my future. At the very least I've secured a few beds and couches upon which I can crash if I ever find myself in Texas, B.C., Canada, Nebraska and the greater Northern/Southern California areas, among others.

So until 2008, I bid farewell to SF and look forward to being back home.

How'd this Silver Spoon in my mouth get here?

Let's just get things straight here. I don't live in the apartment with the doorman or the valet parking. There's no in-house fitness center or 24-hour dry cleaning. That's the apartment next door to me. But things are pretty darn swank at this place. What can I say, Nob Hill
is pretty bourgeois.

And maybe the latest example of my new found largess is that we have a maid cleaning lady Brazilian housekeeper. OK yes, they have that whole hot Brazilian thing going on (those links: NSFW). Oh yeah, where was I? Yes, the housekeeper. My roommate told me going into the apartment that he has a cleaning lady come and that it's one of the few things we have to pay extra for. (OK fine, so one of the building's perks is free cable, but we don't even have HBO.) He's a doctor, I'm working/school. We're both lazy. But it's crazy how amazingly efficient they are.

A glimpse into the madness is that not only were our bath towels folded in some sort of origami crane, but even the first piece of toilet paper was folded into a nice neat triangle. Yup, exactly like a hotel. And even better than some of the shady motels I've stayed at previously. But I think the topper, was that as I was getting into bed I realize that my sheets have been tucked in. Granted I hate having crazy tucked in sheets like that; it makes feel really trapped. But damn...I was expecting a mint on my pillow and some shampoo I could steal.

Hi, I'm my name is Phineas T. Quan and this is my rags to riches story...not!

Four strikes and you're out or How my world's are colliding and I'm OK with that...kinda.

Lets start things off with the most important things first. My boy Matt came up from San Diego to visit me this weekend. We were buds pretty much since day 1 back at University, so it was good seeing the old lug again. In brief: a quality dinner, a so-so dinner and some late-night dinner as well. In between gorging ourselves, there was a "bit" of drinking and of course the proverbial video games. Suffice it to say, Matt became slightly obsessive over one game and he beat me soundly at the racing games. Although we were even on the fighting game and I pwned him at Madden, just like the old days.

Which brings me to the rest of the weekend plans. Namely how things were set up to be promising, but somehow ended up not quite right. You could almost say wrong even...almost.

So here goes. Friday after dinner, Matt and I were going to be meeting up with my latest muse, Bruschetta. She's cute, she's fun, she's swell. She was also a tad bit on the sauce/many, many sheets to the wind. Which culminated in her being stumbly, being flirty with another dude :( and wanting me to go home with her at 10:30...yeah, not the coolest of evenings. We said "goodbye" while waiting outside. I put her in a cab. She asked if I was going with her. I invoked "bros before hos". The end. So we'll see how things go with her....

Saturday night Matt, myself and A from class went out for dinner at Farmer Brown's. The last time A and I went it was awesome: deep-fried goodness. This time our 9 PM reservations were not nearly enough, we did not get a table until closer to 9:30 and when we did, they tried wedging the three of us into a 2-top by the corner. Not so much. Anyways, the thing with A and I is that she's probably the coolest girl around, but we are teetering ever so closely to "buddy mode". And at this time, maybe that's for the best. Plus, she's coming to Boston for the holidays, so maybe I can woo her with some quality date packages that are guaranteed to work.

And last night was the impromptu crown jewel of my weekend. This past week I've been chatting up a fellow student and she mentioned that she worked at a bar in the neighborhood, so I figured why not? It's 10:30 on a Sunday and I don't have anything to do until 7 tomorrow night. Game on! She's fun, she's cool, she got me free drinks! (and a cookie). I'm glad she was able to chat, but being able to play barfly was also quite interesting. Anyways, she suggests meeting up at another bar up the street when she gets out. Sweet! Unfortunately the Fates aligned against me yet again. After leaving her bar, I hit up the local late-night pizza place for quick slice and the ATM. Finish up and NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO - the supposed meet up bar is closed and she's no where to be found. Even went back to the bar she works at and the place is blacked out. Moral of the story: always get the girl's number.

EDIT: Just emailed the Bartender and got a quick response. Time for take 2 at drinks again!