GOD DON'T LOVE UGLY.

I have learned recently that when the weather gets [unbearable]hot; I get nosebleeds. Or if I am in a stressful situation; things become Sunday Bloody Sunday.

Anyhow.

I was hanging out with a long time friend from the high school days and we were drinking. When the Cali folks are here, we don't do the regular drinking. It is always a marathon and a contest on who is going to thow up first. This particular girl and eye... we had chemistry. But back then things were always in the way. We were both single now and I knew she was diggin me because I didn't have to get her drunk before she would make out :|. We drink all night and we end up at her house. I remember lots of kissing and touching. Girls are soo pretty in the morning when you are still half drunk. It wasn't hot that day; so, it must have been something else. Maybe it was the pressure and the years of built up expectations. Fuck I don't know. Drip, drip, drip... her sheets are crimson. A girl's monthly visitor has come unexpectedly before. I am used to a little blood on my bed. No big deal. But I am not sure how girls take situations like this. Imagine making out with a dude and he starts bleeding all over the place. What a GEEK! *FACEPALM* We are still friends but it hasn't been the same since.

Fast Forward.

I took out Paul to meet up with some SF girls and I gotta say that wingmen are hard to find these days. Paul is new and a bit shy; so, it was probably my bad. I warned him that he was meeting girls that were older. These girls didn't just want to grind on the dancefloor; they needed conversation first hahaha.

P.Diddy and Pretty Boy Floyd.


Girls that wear high heels... HOT. Girls that CAN wear high heels for more than 2 hours... Hotter.


Left the spot faded and hungry. We see a hipster truck in Las Vegas. Whatta you know. LA finally leaked into LV.


Japanese hotdogs with stuff I do not remember. It was good.


Take 2.

The next day, the homays wanted to hit up a chill spot; so, I suggested the most overrated spot in Las Vegas cause I felt like being an asshole. The Hosts are assholes, the bartenders are bitches, and the drinks are $17... yeah that totally makes sense. I am definitely coming back.

We walked in on some craze.


Guy all angry said he was gonna take my camera if I didn't stop shooting hahahahaha.


Speaking of high school... these pretty girls straight ambushed me. I've known Jas since she was sixteen. Yikes!


Cheers, ninjas!


Haze angels. One flew too close to the sun.


That guy has a nice watch. What's the deal with his shirt tho?


I was soo impressed on how hard that stripper worked the pole that we ended up at a strip club that night.


This chick did a body roll on the pole when most girls can't even do it right sitting down. I have a new respect for strippers.


After the strip club at 5 AM and it was still boy band temps.. ninety eight degrees womp. I had a great night. He had a bad one.


-Cinista.

GUYS & DOLLS.

Creep.

-Cinista.

SURRENDER.

Jay-Z Don't Want No Encore.

-Cinista.

MMMM FOOD: BRIO.

Brunch For Dinner.
My brother has been talking up this place for a long while now. He said that the spot is cheap and the food was above average. When I sat down, I didn't look over the menu. I checked for the chef's specials and ordered from there. I have to say that the ingredients were impressive.

We started with the calamari and what was great about it was the battered pepperoncini. It reminded me of deep fried pickles but less intense.


Tentacles!


The second course was the [variety]mushroom bisque. It tasted like turkey gravy. I am NOT putting the dish down but I'm sure the chef would take offense to that statement. They should serve a side of turkey strips with it hahaha.


I order any mussel dish on a menu 9 times out of 10. I have not been disappointed yet. If a chef messes up mussels... they should quit the profession.


Bacon broth.... Mmmmmm.


Brio's mussels are too good. The best part is sopping the bread in the broth as an ender. I am soo hungry now. Ugh!


-Cinista.

ROCK OF EAGLES.

Crimson.
I was walking around Eaglerock and the trees are shedding. The streets look red.


-Cinista.

NO VIOLATORS.

Filthy Forever.











-Cinista.

THE WILD ONES.

Antonio.
When you put fingers together like this and look through it... it's supposed to look like a vagine. I still don't get it.




-Cinista.

DRAWING LINES.

:Deejay C-LA.


-Cinista.

AMERICANA ME.

We had one of the usual barbecues @ Doreen's aka C-Block. Hahahaha. Inside joke. I did not expect to cook that night but the grill was busted; so, we had to saute the ribeyes. The salmon was baked like three times because everyone was in disagreement on how it should be cooked. I say salmon should be medium rare to medium but being in a filipino house... everything is well done. Bleeh. Okkkk. After the meal I had a heated argument with the beer. I kept telling him that he lacked flavor but he just came back saying that I was being a p*ssy. I despise the lites! Everyone was thirsty that night. Some more than others[womp]. I had the idea of cooking up some grilled cheese sandwiches and as I walk'd to the kitchen... Jen was way ahead of me. We got to freestyling and came up with a grilled hawaiin bread, sharp cheddar, tomato, and bacon bits sandwiches. You know... the one for salads. Hahahaha. She's a retired chef but she still has the foodie at heart. I see you, Jen. Next week I got something else I want to create. Let's destroy Roger's kitchen, so to speak.

















-Cinista.