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My birthday was better than your 8-year-old son’s birthday.

Michelle threw a surprise birthday party for my 30th birthday. I use the term “surprise” loosely. We are good at the communication thing, so we know what the other is up to most of the time. I knew something was going down. I just kept my nose out of her business the best I could, because I knew she wanted to do something special. The day of the birthday I knew Michelle needed time to prep things in the apartment, so I told her I’d go out for some drinks for a couple of hours.

Two hours is a long time, and a lot of whiskey can be consumed in that time. I walked back to my apartment with a note on the door that read, “Sit down and play the DVD.” My first thought was, “She got me porn for my birthday!” Nope. What I got was way cooler! In my intoxicated excitement I do drop the F-bomb at least once in the video, so play at your own risk.

Yes, Michelle got my friends to dress up in masks and parade around my living room with light sabers! That’s just the start. It kept getting better and better!

Why is that Clone Trooper giving the Star Trek “live long and prosper” sign?

Everything was Star Wars, right down to the plates.

After eating some food and having some beers, we walked over to Backstage to do some drinking and karaoke, but there were more surprises in store for me there.

“Help me Obi-Wan Kenobi!  You’re my only hope.” Yes, this is my birthday cake! Be jealous little kids!

Let me show you again. This is my birthday cake. R2-D2! Red Velvet R2-D2.

I wish I had more photos from my birthday, but six Jameson on the rocks before dinner and the party begins will make you forget to take your camera and other details throughout the night. I am waiting for some more photos to come from friends that had cameras during the night. I’m still debating whether to post my karaoke video, because I drank A LOT. I scream the F-Bomb at the beginning of the song, and then it goes downhill from there.

Michelle really outdid herself this time. I definitely don’t feel old after having a birthday party like this. I love it! You can bet she’s going to get the best Avatar surprise birthday party next time around.

The time I ate and drank Vancouver.

Canada’s immigrant population is heavily Asian. It’s odd being from Southern California and having the working class not be Hispanic. It does have one drawback. There aren’t any taco trucks, but there are plenty of awesome Asian joints. Plenty of other delicious things can be eaten as well.

The izakaya scene in Vancouver is awesome. The next series of pictures are from Hapa Izakaya. I don’t even remember what we ordered, so just use your imagination when you see the pictures.

Do you know what time it is? Sake Time!

How can we really call the izakaya scene a scene unless we stopped into more spots. This next spot was called Gyoza King.

The place lived up to its name. These gyoza were stately and royal.

Of course one of the Koreans had to order kimchi ramen.

Not into the Asian food? There’s still plenty of other things to snack on in the city, with drinks of course.

This is poutine, one of Canada’s national dishes. It consists of french fries covered with beef gravy and cheese curds. It’s serious business in Canada. I personally don’t think  much of it, but I would definitely give it another go as there are all different styles of this dish.

This was the dinner I woke up on the table for at The Keg Steakhouse & Bar. The steak and seafood were cooked perfectly.

Don’t forget the drinks. Shot! Shot! Shot! Shot!

You might not be able to tell, but I am grimacing. Why?

See that stuff floating on top? That is hot sauce…in 151. So it burns going in and coming out.

Last but certainly not least was Japadog! It combines the need for Los Angeles ghetto dogs with Asian flavor. It’s just too bad these guys aren’t open when the bars and clubs let out. They would make a killing.

So who else wants to hit up Vancouver for a food marathon?

Weekend without Michelle

The last time Michelle went away for the weekend, I could have summed up my time with one phrase. No pants. This weekend, however, was a lot more productive and a lot more clothed.

I woke up early Saturday and fired of some emails and then went out to brunch with a friend. A prize to whoever guesses where we had brunch. This is bottle one of two. That means one for each of us.

Corned beef hash.

Machaca con Huevos.

After brunch I was supposed to run a bunch of errands, but a bottle of champagne will make you sleepy. So I spent the afternoon resting before the wedding I had to attend. If there were two things to remember from this wedding, these are those things.

People love desserts. Not me, but people.

Steven Spielberg was there…or was he?

Sunday was going to be the day that I relaxed, but because I had the champagne brunch fiasco, I still had errands to run. I ran all around town for a good part of the morning, stopping into lunch at Mitsuwa only to find out I only had two dollars in my wallet. Fortunately one of the places takes credit card. I still wish I had cash to get my Santouka Ramen. For dinner one of my friends graciously invited me and a couple other friends to use up some of his balance at Rolling Hills Country Club for dinner.

New York Steak. Risotto. Mac n’ Cheese. I could not finish this, and so I have an awesome lunch for tomorrow.

The salmon, which also looked pretty darn good.

Still the best surprise was after dinner. We decided to take a walk around the grounds to gain some breathing room. As we walked past the golf cart return one of the employees said there weren’t too many people on the course, so we could take the carts out and just drive around. How can you pass up an offer like that? It was like being in high school with our first cars all over again, exciting and new.

Remember when the first of your friends got a car, and everyone rode in it?

As more friends got their cars, you would get them together and pose with them. So proud.

Then you used your car to get dates, because what good is a car if it can’t get you some action?

This is the ultimate high school destination, Make Out Point. Unfortunately for us there was one girl and four guys, so it wasn’t where boys become men. It was just where things got awkward.

Weekend of binging. Purging will commence next weekend.

Friday we went to Tahoe Galbi for Carissa’s birthday. After stuffing our faces there was still a whole plate full of meat that was uncooked. Lorenzo bet me ten dollars that I couldn’t finish the whole thing. It’s a good thing I took him up on his offer. I did not bring enough cash to pay for dinner.

The next morning I still had meat flavored burps all the way through noon.

Saturday’s lunch was at Gonpachi in the Miyako Hybrid Hotel. It’s a bit expensive for dinner, but the lunch menu is decently priced.

The city won’t allow them to put a sign on the street, so only the locals have discovered it.

I really like the decor in this place.

The setup inside is very clean. I wouldn’t mind spending an evening here sharing drinks with drunk Japanese businessmen.

Lunch comes with a salad bar. Everything is very fresh.

The miso soup is included with the salad bar. Nothing special but miso soup is always enjoyable.

Spicy Tuna rice bowl.

The Temptation. Tuna, salmon, yellowtail, halibut, roasted eel, shrimp tempura, spicy tuna.

Kobe Burger.

Grilled Ahi Sandwich.

Hand made soba with tempura.

Special Chirashi Bowl.

After lunch I met up with some of my groomsmen to get fitted for the wedding. Does anyone else see Arnold Schwarzenegger from Twins?

After getting fitting, a couple of us went to watch the NCAA tournament. After a few beers and some whiskey, I went back to Michelle’s place where we had round two of Carissa’s birthday. Much more beer was consumed before we headed out to a bar to do more drinking.

Michelle suggested we get Easter Pho. It’s the perfect meal after a night of drinking.

I think I gained back all the weight I lost just this weekend.

This is NOT the way to start a new year.

Poor choices on New Year’s Eve lead to a bad start to the new year. That’s really all you need to know, but for those of you that like to see me in embarrassing moments, read on please.

Dinner was at Jitlada in Thai Town. For those of you unfamiliar with Jitlada, the best stuff on the menu is the back page, which is known to be incredibly spicy. It’s good but not really the kind of meal you enjoy before a night out on the town. It’s normally safer to enjoy a meal here and then speed a night close to a toilet.

Fortunately for us the pain we experienced was only during the meal and it was on the inlet side of the body. It hurts so good.

After dinner we went back to Annie’s place to have a few drinks. Then the really bad decisions started as we headed out to the bar.

I think it was no more than a fifteen minute walk to the bar, but by the halfway point I put down three beers. There would have been a fourth, but halfway through it I realized I was too full. Here Michelle and I stop to pose.

As you can see by my facial expression, I am already having too much fun. Yet I keep drinking. You won’t see me  in the rest of the pictures with my friends at the bar, because I decided to make new friends and hang out with them.

On the walk home, I decided to take a rest on this couch. I’m sure it was filthy.

This picture isn’t to point out that someone else had too much fun. This is just to point out that Annie had a poster of The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2. Why?

Michelle gets all the blog love.

I don’t remember this, but I tried to feed soda to Fred. Based on pictures he was not happy. Probably like waking a hibernating bear.

I spent the rest of the night in the kitchen, wedged next to the fridge.

Then my friends drew on my face. I’m talking hands free! My only complaint is that they did this AFTER they drew on my other friend’s foot WITH THE SAME MARKER!

This is the good knee. I have random bruises on my arms and I feel like I pulled my lats. I also looked at my jacket and thought I had blood all over it, but I was later informed that Michelle used me as a napkin. Thanks to all my friends that stuck by me so that these were the limitations to my injuries.

The rest of the year can only be better. Bring it on 2010!

Hudson House

Lately I’ve been having a craving for tacos. Thanks to e*star’s gentle push, I set out for Taco Tuesday at Hudson House in Redondo Beach. You wouldn’t imagine that a place named Hudson House would serve tacos, and by the looks of the inside of the place you still would be cautious about what kind of tacos they would serve.

Sorry about the crappy pictures. I’m always self conscious taking pictures in public places like bars/restaurants so I rush them. Maybe next time when I’m with a larger group I’ll feel more confident to snap pictures.


This place seems more like a brew house than a taco joint.


The entire menu looks pretty good. I might stop in here even if it wasn’t Taco Tuesday or happy hour.


The Hudson Ale, not quite a pint. Blueberry Cava Cocktail.


Street Tacos. You have the choice between chicken or carnitas. These are the chicken. Both are delicious and heavy on the meat.


Street Tacos, $1 each. Pail of Fries, $2.

Don’t expect the tacos to blow your mind. I’ve definitely had better tacos, but these are good and cheap. The meat is cooked tender and juicy and packed generously in the tortillas. Definitely worth it.

I’ve been living in the South Bay for a long time now and this gem went hidden from me for so long. I’m not going to let that happen to other people. There is a clear mission now. I will be making this spot known to friends and family, starting with this blog post. Taco Tuesday was something I thought only existed in my days in LA. No more.

Who’s up for Taco Tuesday in the South Bay? Just a happy hour would be fine too.

Matt’s Big Book of Weddings

In order to save the sanity of husbands-to-be all around the world I’ve created this handy guide for wedding planning. It will cover the things you should do and the details that no girl will ever think about in her planning.

  1. Party. Since you would rather have a kegger anyway, make sure there is plenty of alcohol available. Everyone will tell you it was a great wedding if they are inebriated, no matter how poorly other things go. Also, spread out the heavy drinkers. Most people put the rowdy crowd in the back together, but this is a mistake. You want them dispersed to rally up the entire group, not just one or two tables of passed out people.

That is my advice. This could have been a multi-part book, but I think I pretty much covered everything important.

Alcohol is my Anti-Drug

I was sent this story about an invention that is going to change our lives forever. Vodka pills! Probably the greatest selling point of this is obvious. No peeing! Now you can party all night long without spending half the night waiting in line for the bathroom.

It might be harder to pick up girls with the line, “Can I buy you some pills?” I also foresee a lot of very mad people on the town when they realize they brought Smarties to the party instead of their vodka pills.

At least you can finally call your drinking problem a drug problem. It sounds way more edgy.

Unforgettable…unless you are drunk.

This Saturday was Unforgettable, Koream’s annual event, where everyone gets dressed up to rub elbows with the stars. It’s a great event with a lot of great sponsors, and the fact that alcohol is sponsored for the event and after party makes it even better.



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A meal after the event, where Michelle’s car headrest made an appearance.

The thing about New York…

We knew our last day had to be big, so we started with more eating. After a mixup at Calle Ocho (Boo on Calle Ocho!), we ended up waiting in the cold for Good Enough to Eat.


Omelet with biscuits and strawberry butter.


Their waffles are good enough to eat but not that great. I’d get something with bacon in it instead. Their bacon is thick as all bacon should be in life.


After brunch Alice was kind enough to get some cupcakes for Michelle’s birthday.


Cupcakes at Alice’s apartment on the Upper West Side, which she claims is the best side.


Hanging out at The High Line.



Blue lighting in The High Line.


Part of the skyline during sunset.


The elevator in The Standard had this really creepy movie that played scenes of heaven when taking the elevator up and scenes of hell in red when taking it down.


Michelle’s birthday wish is that everyone drink! She got her wish. After drinking copious amounts of sangria at dinner we headed off to Bowery Electric. They play great music here that makes you want to do terrible 80’s dancing, which really is the best kind of dancing.


Drunk at Katz’s Deli.


Meal #3 of the night. No idea what this restaurant is called.


On the flight home we got to see The Grand Canyon.

It was a great trip, fast and furious. I got to hang out in different scenery with a lot of the LA folks and got to see a lot of my friends temporarily stationed in New York. I say temporarily, because they all come back for the weather. They all do. New York’s a great place for one reason. All its greatness is rolled into one compact, phallic-shaped peninsula. It would drive me nuts to have that much going on so near me all the time. I’ll keep my quiet life, where I eat less than six meals a day.