Photo Time

Yes, I know it's been a long time, lovelies. So to make up for my delinquency, I have many [stolen] photos for you. This is going to be one looong blog. Look, I'll even make a nice little table of contents thing for you!

I. Vegas!
II. Dave & Buster's for Amanda's 20th
III. Nanny's Birthday Dinner
IV. Stinking Rose & Cobb's Comedy Club for Amanda [again. Spoiled girl.]
V. The Tragic Story of my TOM CRUISE Adventure

I. Vegas!
Debra, Cherry, Jacquelyn, their boys [okay, David, Mike, and Bobby, respectively], Tim, Paggy, and I all went to Vegas for a few nights. Lots of driving, casinos, Wayne Brady, Rain, 113-degree weather, etc. Refer to debcherjacq's blogs for much better summaries. Paggy and I slept together. Good times.


Short Skirt Day in Vegas. Notice that Debra and Cherry are aaalmost our height...except they're standing on the step above ours. Haha! I love you shorties. ;) 


Heh heh heh...Jacq and I were trying to cool down Paggy's face. Yes, that was the result from 1/4 of a teeeensy margarita. 


From left to right: Deb is sassy, I'm irresistible, Jacq is red hot, and Paggy is cool. 


Paggy and I are hugging the yellow M&M. To state the obvious. 


3D glasses at the M&M factory. So hot. 


Camels. Even hotter. And I've got both of them!
From left to right: Jacq, Deb, me, Tim, David, Bobby. 


The requisite pre-clubbing girl photo. Whoo! 

II. Dave & Buster's for Amanda's 20th
Wait, did you read that correctly? Going to Dave & Buster's for a 20th birthday? How is that possible? Oh, it's doable when Amanda becomes a Filipino girl nicknamed Glo, Teresa is Christina Ha [doesn't that sound familiar?], and Elaine is her sister. Disclaimer: I do not condone underaged drinking. Of course not.


The girls for Amanda's birthday: Julia, me, Amanda [necessary], Teresa, Elaine. 


Aw. Happy birthday, Amanda. You're my coolest sister. Think about that. :D 


Here I am not condoning underaged drinking. That is not an alcoholic drink I just bought Amanda. I don't know what you're talking about. 


Background: Teresa and I were trying to take a "sister photo" since she can pass for me a lot better than a certain other sister...but that certain other someone was jealous. I like to call this photo "Retarded Amanda 1." 


And here's "Retarded Amanda 2." 


Amanda partying. By herself. The end. 

III. Nanny's Birthday Dinner
Nanny used to babysit Amanda and me, so we virtually adopted her as our grandma. Her daughter also happens to be our godmother, so it all works out. Nanny is one of the most wonderful people in the world, and she was the first person to introduce me to old-Asian-women-keeping-tissues-up-their-sleeves.


The Ha family with Nanny and my godmother. Amazingly, Brandon hasn't completely ruined this photo. 


Ha kids with our godbrother Henry. Boygee! 


Ha kids. We look small here. Odd. 

IV. Stinking Rose & Cobb's Comedy Club for Amanda [again. Spoiled girl.]
Stinking Rose: so much garlic! So much joy! Damn right we smelled. Then we told Amanda we had a surprise planned for her after dinner. Let's just say we implied 14-year-olds, virgin boys, and strippers were involved. Sadly, we had to disappoint Amanda when we ended up at Cobb's Comedy Club. Dat Phan and Tammy Pescatelli were quite amusing though. I have a great impersonation of Dat Phan's impersonation of his Vietnamese mother exclaiming, "What da heaew?!"


Ha sisters again. Aw again. 


Left: Julia, Jennifer, Steph. Right: me, Amanda, Teresa, Elaine. Don't we look normal? 


What da heaew? 


I think Teresa smells. 


Outside Cobb's. 

V. The Tragic Story of my TOM CRUISE Adventure
So I sandwiched my Vegas trip with visits to LA. The day before driving to Vegas, I spent time with my shnookums, Michelle. [I made it down to Burbank from Fremont in 4.5 hours. Daaaamn.] The day we went to see Leno's Tonight Show, TOM CRUISE was the guest. [Yes, I will be capitalizing the entire name TOM CRUISE for the rest of this blog.] Let's get this out of the way: TOM CRUISE is insanely charismatic-beautiful-wonderful-hot-hot-hot. Now I was never fanatical about him before, but seeing him in person was eye-opening, spine-tingling, arm-trembling. He looks into your eyes when he shakes your hand. And he tried his best to greet as many people in the audience as possible in two commercial breaks. What a sweetie.

So TOM CRUISE actually shook my right hand. I managed to stammer some sort of request for him to give me his autograph on my NBC visitor's pass, and he graciously signed his name. I sat back down and spent the rest of the show gushing with Michelle and staring at his beauty.

Fine. Great. Show ends, we go our separate ways, but I plan on preserving his signature by laminating the pass before I do something to ruin it. Luckily, I have access to a laminating machine at work. Wonderful! The Fates are with me!

Back at work after Vegas, I remember to bring along the pass, I put it in the laminating plastic and run it through the machine...

And the pass comes out completely BLACK. Freaking pass was heat-sensitive and I ruined it forever. Why did no one tell me this?? Why don't heat-sensitive sticky paper passes come with warnings??

At least I can still slightly make out the impression of TOM CRUISE's autograph when I hold up that black piece of plastic to the light. Utter tragedy.

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So ends this insanely long entry. Happy that I updated, Amanda? You're stupid. I see you everyday anyway. Haha.