I'm back! And we had an absolutely wonderful time! The Mrs. and I went to SF on Friday, she stayed until Tuesday, and I stayed until Sunday on business. The business part was highly productive, but let's focus on the important part- the part with the Mrs. We had a great time! I for one, and I think the Mrs. as well, was thrilled to be of adventuring together again! It was great!
Thanks to my new friend the Swin Flu, we were able to both go for the price of what it usually costs me to go by myself. I even at some pork in it's honor.
So here is the run down. We got in Friday night and ate dinner somewhere on the Wharf strip. I got us a room at the Radisson Hotel on the Wharf as well. We had sex, it was awesome. This time mostly consisting me giving a "mustache ride."
Saturday morning we toured pier 39 before it opened up. We also hung out and watched the Sea Lions for about an hour. It was fun once you got into their little culture.
Next we went to China Town. We had fun getting a bunch of chincy junk for the kids- but they loved it so the purpose was well served. We also had an excellent lunch of Mabu Dofu and Kung Pow Chicken. It was excellent. Unfortunately, of all of the excellent (and I mean excellent) Pilsners is China, the only one you can find anywhere in the states is Tsing Doa. Oh well.
We then walked to Little Italy and sat at an Irish Pub for a pint. There we spoke to a girl who had lived in Germany. She was a fun, loquacious lesbian who was great fun to talk to. Even with her bad teeth. Though I do admit that I found myself trying and failing to not look at her missing tooth.
For dinner we wondered over to Ghirordelli Square and went to a super fancy seafood restaurant there called McCormick and Kuleto's. It was GOD AWFULLY FUCKING HORRID. Jesus Fucking Christ, it was so bad we just started laughing. I alone spent $30 on three, small, overcooked scallops. We laughed so hard we just paid and continued to laugh as we walked out the door. From there we paid ass loads of money for a Miller light and then went home.
All and all a great day. Even the shitty expensive food. We had sex. It was awesome. This time consisting of some good ole fashioned fucking.
On Sunday we went to the Asian Museum of Arts- very cool. We also had a surprisingly delicious lunch there. From there we walked up to little Saigon and had a donut and coffee. There we were privileged to witness a regular customer verbally attack the lady behind the counter regarding a straw. It was fucking hilarious. From there we went to the Golden Gate Park where we walked through the Japanese Tea Garden. From there we walked to my absolute favorite Chinese Restaurant in the Western World:
The Yan Yan Seafood Restaurant
2241 Judah St
(between 27th Ave & 28th Ave)
San Francisco, CA 94122
(415) 661-5122
This place is fucking awesome. Now, this is coming from a guy who used to live in China. The decor here is just like a real Chinese joint, only the seafood is in tanks instead of Tupperware bins. The food is absolutely awesome. I recommend that you get something weird.
Then we went to the beach just outside of Golden Gate Park to watch the Sunset. I fucking froze my balls off, but it was worth it as this was the very reason that the Mrs. wanted to go to SF. She wanted to see the sunset over the pacific. It was my pleasure to make this happen for her.
Then we went to the hotel and had sex. It was awesome. This time we started off from behind and went on from there.
Monday. We went to Japan Town and toured the Japan Town Center. There we got a bunch of Manga Comics for oldest kid. Then we went to the Golden Gate Bridge and took some pics. From there we went back to the hotel and ate at a burger joint. Then we had sex. It was awesome.
Tuesday I dropped her off at the airport and went to work.
I had a great time and I sincerely hope that she did as well.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Friday, June 5, 2009
This Whole Tattoo Thing
I'm getting a tattoo. The Mrs. just asked me why and I started to answer, but she wasn't listening so I stopped talking. So I'll tell you.
The dragon represents power and spiritual Ascension. However, the fact that the dragons head is angled downward to me represents having seen this enlightened state, but failed at it so far. Next the dragon is ferocious, vicious, merciless and powerful. This is how I've had to be to deal with the past decade of fucked up shit that has happened and that I have had to do. I have hardened from my idealistic younger self to become whatever the hell I am now. I have lost a child, lost friends over money, declared bankruptcy, dealt with all kinds of things that arise when owning a business, had my wife tell me that she was leaving me, working on winning her back (I have no idea how I am doing by the way), gone through deep depression, and so on and so forth.
My general nature is to be trusting, giving, sharing- this has gotten me into a great deal of trouble. This giving nature has been killed and beaten into the ground- not by me- but by having been taken advantage of by people that I was trying to help.
But the dragon is not just merciless. It is wisdom. Earned in blood and sweat. Old, worn like a pair of boots, tired but unrelenting.
I guess you could say that the dragon represents my failings as a human, yet a single minded determination to continue to put one foot in front of the other having learned may lessons along the way from having fucked up so much and been pissed on repeatedly. And to not only continue, but to prevail.
I once was a sensitive, kind person who gave too much of myself to everybody. Kindness is good, but it must be tempered with strength.
So that's what the dragon means.
The dragon represents power and spiritual Ascension. However, the fact that the dragons head is angled downward to me represents having seen this enlightened state, but failed at it so far. Next the dragon is ferocious, vicious, merciless and powerful. This is how I've had to be to deal with the past decade of fucked up shit that has happened and that I have had to do. I have hardened from my idealistic younger self to become whatever the hell I am now. I have lost a child, lost friends over money, declared bankruptcy, dealt with all kinds of things that arise when owning a business, had my wife tell me that she was leaving me, working on winning her back (I have no idea how I am doing by the way), gone through deep depression, and so on and so forth.
My general nature is to be trusting, giving, sharing- this has gotten me into a great deal of trouble. This giving nature has been killed and beaten into the ground- not by me- but by having been taken advantage of by people that I was trying to help.
But the dragon is not just merciless. It is wisdom. Earned in blood and sweat. Old, worn like a pair of boots, tired but unrelenting.
I guess you could say that the dragon represents my failings as a human, yet a single minded determination to continue to put one foot in front of the other having learned may lessons along the way from having fucked up so much and been pissed on repeatedly. And to not only continue, but to prevail.
I once was a sensitive, kind person who gave too much of myself to everybody. Kindness is good, but it must be tempered with strength.
So that's what the dragon means.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
The Truth of the Matter
I came across this a long time ago, but felt it was somehow pertinent to today. Maybe because I didn't get any cookie today. Maybe not.
So grab your dick and double click......
So grab your dick and double click......
What do you think of this one?
Right now this is the forerunner for my tattoo. It's gonna go on my right shoulder.
What do you think?
What do you think?
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Mommy, Daddy, where are your pajamas?
Friday Date Night. Started off lamer than lame with lameness on top but got better. Much better. With me on top. Then her. Then me some more...but more on that later.
To begin with I was pretty bummed. Terminator whatever number they're on (so many that they now have a new generation of star in the film) opened this weekend. I have been a huge T fan since 1984, when I saw the first (and only one worth a shit) installment at least a dozen times in the theatre. Anyway, we couldn't go. Date night was supposed to be to go see the movie and we couldn't go.
See, previously we had allowed the bigger kid to go to a Manga Convention this weekend, so we were out of a baby sitter. Furthermore, in my infinite wisdom, I failed to make her do anything to pay her own way. Being 16 it's unrealistic for her to think of money on her own accord- I should have reminded her. So anyway, there she was yesterday with her hand out.
"Oh yeah, hey Dad- can I have $100?" Jesus.
So date night took place at home. We rented a bunch of movies, purchased some beer and steaks to grill, and away we went. First we watched a Barbie movie with the little kid, then tossed her ass in bed. So we thought. More on that later.
We stuck in a movie called Fanboys- it was cute. Of course, you know we had been drinking beer the whole time. So by the end of the movie we were fairly shnockered. We went into the kitchen to put the leftovers in the fridge. Here is where the fun began.
While the Mrs. was doing something, I took it upon myself to take off her shirt, biting her neck I started to unbutton her pants. The next thing I know I'm getting the most incredible blow job right there in the kitchen. I liked to think the neighbors were watching. Especially the pastors wife next door who I suspect hasn't gotten laid in a couple of years.
Then I tossed her on the counter and away we went. When I say this was hot, I mean it was HHHHOOOOOTTTTT sex. Yipping, screaming, biting, clawing, freaky, hot, awesome sex.
So there we are, getting freaky on the kitchen counter, when a little voice says,
"Mommy, Daddy, where are your pajamas?" I decided to let the Mrs. deal with this one as the fact that I had a huge boner may have lead to a line of questioning that I wasn't prepared to answer. So the Mrs. put her back to bed.
We went to our bedroom and locked the door. After laughing for a good 10 minutes we were able to get ourselves back in the mood. And boy did we. Again we went at it with the biting and clawing and oh yeah, we need to go pick up that headboard we bought the other day. I am always proud of myself when I can make her scream for an hour. Quite literally.
To begin with I was pretty bummed. Terminator whatever number they're on (so many that they now have a new generation of star in the film) opened this weekend. I have been a huge T fan since 1984, when I saw the first (and only one worth a shit) installment at least a dozen times in the theatre. Anyway, we couldn't go. Date night was supposed to be to go see the movie and we couldn't go.
See, previously we had allowed the bigger kid to go to a Manga Convention this weekend, so we were out of a baby sitter. Furthermore, in my infinite wisdom, I failed to make her do anything to pay her own way. Being 16 it's unrealistic for her to think of money on her own accord- I should have reminded her. So anyway, there she was yesterday with her hand out.
"Oh yeah, hey Dad- can I have $100?" Jesus.
So date night took place at home. We rented a bunch of movies, purchased some beer and steaks to grill, and away we went. First we watched a Barbie movie with the little kid, then tossed her ass in bed. So we thought. More on that later.
We stuck in a movie called Fanboys- it was cute. Of course, you know we had been drinking beer the whole time. So by the end of the movie we were fairly shnockered. We went into the kitchen to put the leftovers in the fridge. Here is where the fun began.
While the Mrs. was doing something, I took it upon myself to take off her shirt, biting her neck I started to unbutton her pants. The next thing I know I'm getting the most incredible blow job right there in the kitchen. I liked to think the neighbors were watching. Especially the pastors wife next door who I suspect hasn't gotten laid in a couple of years.
Then I tossed her on the counter and away we went. When I say this was hot, I mean it was HHHHOOOOOTTTTT sex. Yipping, screaming, biting, clawing, freaky, hot, awesome sex.
So there we are, getting freaky on the kitchen counter, when a little voice says,
"Mommy, Daddy, where are your pajamas?" I decided to let the Mrs. deal with this one as the fact that I had a huge boner may have lead to a line of questioning that I wasn't prepared to answer. So the Mrs. put her back to bed.
We went to our bedroom and locked the door. After laughing for a good 10 minutes we were able to get ourselves back in the mood. And boy did we. Again we went at it with the biting and clawing and oh yeah, we need to go pick up that headboard we bought the other day. I am always proud of myself when I can make her scream for an hour. Quite literally.
The safe word was "blueberry." It was never used.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Behold My Glory!
Yes indeed, have I a tail to tell. The Mrs. is an avid blogger. Not gonna tell you which one as we keep them intentionally separate. I read her blog, but I don't follow her tweets and we don't have any of the same friends on purpose.
Anyway, one of her long time blog buddies decided to hold a bloggers party for anybody and everybody who follows her blog. She is a wonderful lady with a great deal more courage than I would dare to have. People who read my blog know way too much about the real me and know me way to well even if you don't know my name. Fortunately, I take great comfort in the fact that nobody actually reads this thing anyway. I currently have two official followers, but they are just two very nice people who claim to follow me so I don't feel left out.
Back to the party. At first, the Mrs. was going to go by herself to hang out with her friends. Then about two weeks before the event started to talk about maybe I would be allowed to go as well, maybe not. I didn't really know until Saturday morning if I was invited or not. As it turns out, we left the older kid at home overnight by herself (gasp! when I was her age I was at home alone all of the time) and we took the younger one with us. It worked out to be a good thing that the older kid stayed home. Read on, oh intrepid one.
We drove for six hours to get to her house in Virginia, arriving at 5 or so on Saturday. We were greeted with a glass of wine and a hug. Nice so far. I tend to have sort of a dominant personality, so I decided to try to stay in the background at this party as I was an honored guest of my wife's (and I was honored to have been invited into this, though nervous about meeting her personal world of friends whom I knew nothing about and had no idea what the expect.)
So the wine is flowing and everybody is talking like old friends. Which they were as they had all been following and commenting on each others blogs for at least a year. They knew each other very, very well and were surprised by the fact.
The Mrs., whom I love dearly, is not one of those people with a brain to mouth filter. She is highly, highly intelligent and does not lie. About anything. Ever. Put a few gallons of wine in her and she begins to reveal things about herself and everybody else around her that make people uncomfortable. She is too right on for most of them to like.
So every bodies getting drunker than shit and then the pipe emerges. As it turns out, the weed was laced with mushrooms- though we didn't know that at the time. I took one hit the Mrs. had two. I was drunk, but had been holding back as I didn't know anybody there and wasn't that comfortable with them (nothing personal, they were all very nice) but the Mrs. was already tore ass up. Then add on the laced weed and she blacked out on her feet.
Here's where the party got interesting.
She saw a 30 something girl sitting in the corner enjoying her buzz. She was by far the weakest person there, so the Mrs. basically attacked. She said, "let go of me," and walked over to the girl, sat down next to her, and then put her head up against her shoulder.
At first I thought. Huh. She's either hitting on that girl over there for me to fuck so she can fuck her new buddy or she's hitting on her for him to fuck or she's working on a threesome or a foursome or some kind of a some. I was possibly (don't really know the truth of the matter) wrong. After a few minutes the shy girl got up and stormed out, the Mrs's face fell, and she got up in chase. I went out as well since I didn't know what had happened- and still don't- but I do know that the Mrs. apologized emphatically and then felt terrible about it for the rest of the evening. The Mrs. then went upstairs to hang out with the host, and then hugged and spoke on the couch upstairs. I wonder if it had something to do with the fact that the girl was so flat chested her boobs went in instead of out?
After that the party pretty much went on with everybody getting fffffffuuuuuucccccckkkkkkeeeeedddddd uuuuuuuupppppppp. I had actually stopped drinking and was drinking water only by the time of the shy girl getting pissed off, I guess about 11. After that, the evening was pretty much just hanging out and bullshitting.
The rest of the party went smoothly. I stayed with the Mrs. and she stayed with me. We stayed up bullshitting with everybody and that was pretty much that. The next day we all hung out and bullshitted some more, then drove home- getting in a little after 10PM.
All in all a good weekend with only about 1 hour that got weird. The thing is, I'm usually the one who gets drunk and makes an ass out of myself and the Mrs. has to remind me that I'm being a cunt. She is generally goes home embarrassed about my behavior.
So what is the moral of this story? I have often been a complete inconsiderate prick with no idea whatsoever of the effects of my actions upon how she has felt. What a selfish douche I have been.
Anyway, one of her long time blog buddies decided to hold a bloggers party for anybody and everybody who follows her blog. She is a wonderful lady with a great deal more courage than I would dare to have. People who read my blog know way too much about the real me and know me way to well even if you don't know my name. Fortunately, I take great comfort in the fact that nobody actually reads this thing anyway. I currently have two official followers, but they are just two very nice people who claim to follow me so I don't feel left out.
Back to the party. At first, the Mrs. was going to go by herself to hang out with her friends. Then about two weeks before the event started to talk about maybe I would be allowed to go as well, maybe not. I didn't really know until Saturday morning if I was invited or not. As it turns out, we left the older kid at home overnight by herself (gasp! when I was her age I was at home alone all of the time) and we took the younger one with us. It worked out to be a good thing that the older kid stayed home. Read on, oh intrepid one.
We drove for six hours to get to her house in Virginia, arriving at 5 or so on Saturday. We were greeted with a glass of wine and a hug. Nice so far. I tend to have sort of a dominant personality, so I decided to try to stay in the background at this party as I was an honored guest of my wife's (and I was honored to have been invited into this, though nervous about meeting her personal world of friends whom I knew nothing about and had no idea what the expect.)
So the wine is flowing and everybody is talking like old friends. Which they were as they had all been following and commenting on each others blogs for at least a year. They knew each other very, very well and were surprised by the fact.
The Mrs., whom I love dearly, is not one of those people with a brain to mouth filter. She is highly, highly intelligent and does not lie. About anything. Ever. Put a few gallons of wine in her and she begins to reveal things about herself and everybody else around her that make people uncomfortable. She is too right on for most of them to like.
So every bodies getting drunker than shit and then the pipe emerges. As it turns out, the weed was laced with mushrooms- though we didn't know that at the time. I took one hit the Mrs. had two. I was drunk, but had been holding back as I didn't know anybody there and wasn't that comfortable with them (nothing personal, they were all very nice) but the Mrs. was already tore ass up. Then add on the laced weed and she blacked out on her feet.
Here's where the party got interesting.
She saw a 30 something girl sitting in the corner enjoying her buzz. She was by far the weakest person there, so the Mrs. basically attacked. She said, "let go of me," and walked over to the girl, sat down next to her, and then put her head up against her shoulder.
At first I thought. Huh. She's either hitting on that girl over there for me to fuck so she can fuck her new buddy or she's hitting on her for him to fuck or she's working on a threesome or a foursome or some kind of a some. I was possibly (don't really know the truth of the matter) wrong. After a few minutes the shy girl got up and stormed out, the Mrs's face fell, and she got up in chase. I went out as well since I didn't know what had happened- and still don't- but I do know that the Mrs. apologized emphatically and then felt terrible about it for the rest of the evening. The Mrs. then went upstairs to hang out with the host, and then hugged and spoke on the couch upstairs. I wonder if it had something to do with the fact that the girl was so flat chested her boobs went in instead of out?
After that the party pretty much went on with everybody getting fffffffuuuuuucccccckkkkkkeeeeedddddd uuuuuuuupppppppp. I had actually stopped drinking and was drinking water only by the time of the shy girl getting pissed off, I guess about 11. After that, the evening was pretty much just hanging out and bullshitting.
The rest of the party went smoothly. I stayed with the Mrs. and she stayed with me. We stayed up bullshitting with everybody and that was pretty much that. The next day we all hung out and bullshitted some more, then drove home- getting in a little after 10PM.
All in all a good weekend with only about 1 hour that got weird. The thing is, I'm usually the one who gets drunk and makes an ass out of myself and the Mrs. has to remind me that I'm being a cunt. She is generally goes home embarrassed about my behavior.
So what is the moral of this story? I have often been a complete inconsiderate prick with no idea whatsoever of the effects of my actions upon how she has felt. What a selfish douche I have been.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
I'm Drunk
This may shock you. I'm drunk.
Also, I like to play the movie quote game. Fuck you, it's my thing. So here is the quote of the day:
Jay: Do they say who's fuckin' playing us in the movie?
Holden: No, but it's Miramax. So I'm sure it'll be Ben Affleck and Matt Damon. They put those guys in a bunch of movies.
Jay: Who?
Holden: You know, those kids from Good Will Hunting?
Jay: You mean that fuckin' movie with Mork from Ork in it?
Holden: Yeah, I wasn't a big fan either... but Affleck was the bomb in "Phantoms".
Jay: Word, bitch, Phantoms like a mallfucker.
Name that film. Since it seems from a recent twitter conversation that I am growing a mustache for mustache rides I will consider you if you are a mega hot babe with huge hoo haas. And if I get around to growing that mustache.
Hey, so, I'm going to get a tattoo. It's going to be a Chinese dragon. I'm thinking of somehow combining a Chinese Dragon and a tribal design. Still ironing out the details. Any ideas? It'll go on my left shoulder. The significance is that first, I really fucked up my left shoulder in a tragic threesome accident. Okay, not really. Actually it was wrestling in middle school. But to make a long story short I came back from that injury and won state in my class. Fuck you naysayers (there were plenty.)
Next, the body of the dragon represents spiritual growth and ascension. There's more- but I don't really feel like writing about it right now. I'll let you know when I've found the right thing.
Jay: Do they say who's fuckin' playing us in the movie?
Holden: No, but it's Miramax. So I'm sure it'll be Ben Affleck and Matt Damon. They put those guys in a bunch of movies.
Jay: Who?
Holden: You know, those kids from Good Will Hunting?
Jay: You mean that fuckin' movie with Mork from Ork in it?
Holden: Yeah, I wasn't a big fan either... but Affleck was the bomb in "Phantoms".
Jay: Word, bitch, Phantoms like a mallfucker.
Name that film. Since it seems from a recent twitter conversation that I am growing a mustache for mustache rides I will consider you if you are a mega hot babe with huge hoo haas. And if I get around to growing that mustache.
Hey, so, I'm going to get a tattoo. It's going to be a Chinese dragon. I'm thinking of somehow combining a Chinese Dragon and a tribal design. Still ironing out the details. Any ideas? It'll go on my left shoulder. The significance is that first, I really fucked up my left shoulder in a tragic threesome accident. Okay, not really. Actually it was wrestling in middle school. But to make a long story short I came back from that injury and won state in my class. Fuck you naysayers (there were plenty.)
Next, the body of the dragon represents spiritual growth and ascension. There's more- but I don't really feel like writing about it right now. I'll let you know when I've found the right thing.
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