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The Minimoon. This is the good part, ya perverts!

Somewhere along the way the word “minimoon” became a commonly understood term for short honeymoon. Michelle keeps dropping that word and people just nod in understanding. For our minimoon we went to Palm Springs. This is a quick recap of the trip.

Yeah, it was really hot.

We booked our room at Ace Hotel. This is where all the hipsters go to vacation.

Fortunately for us the pool was open from 6AM to 2AM.

At peak temperature hours, the pools wouldn’t even cool things down enough. We had to hide out in the room. Luckily it had adult entertainment, but because of the high gay population they offer non standard choices. Option two and three are not the same.

We took the Aerial Tramway up to the top of the mountains. If you’re like me and don’t like heights, it’s pretty scary. Still the views were breathtaking. It was also twenty degrees cooler up there. I never thought temperatures in the mid 90’s would feel so cool.

You’d never know there was a desert just down the mountain when you’re up here. It’s green.

Overlooking the desert through the pines.

We stopped into the bar before dinner one night. It’s pretty crowded.

That’s because BINGO was going down. The number caller is an older lady named Irma, who sings between games. She’s awesome.

Michelle actually won one of the games. Here she is with her prize, a bottle of wine and a slice of pie. She’s a lucky girl. Snagged a super guy and some great prizes.

We went to check out The Parker for some brunch.

Everything in Palm Springs is right out of the 1970’s.

After the trip, Michelle was exhausted. You interpret that however you want.

Food pictures will be in another post.


I traveled inland for work today, two hours inland. I thought I was going to die. It is so ridiculously hot out there. Triple digit temperatures? That is uninhabitable land as far as I am concerned. Now I’m lying in my bed, thinking about how 75 degrees is too warm.

Can someone fan me while I fall asleep?

Hot Piece of Meat

This weekend was sweltering. Of course it was the weekend we planned to celebrate Harrison’s and my birthday and have a BBQ to welcome Harrison back to Southern California.

The lights have a cool yellow appearance. Then you realize it’s all the grease coming from the grills that has turned them yellow.

Flock of Seagulls and teased bangs were no match for sweat and Korean BBQ oils.

Kyung’s birthday gift to me. If you don’t know what these are, you are far too young.

Oregon Trail, anyone? Space/King’s/Police Quest? Maybe a little Leisure Suit Larry?

Stuffed and sweating meat out of our pores.

After stuffing our faces with meat, we headed over to Miss T’s Barcade. For those of you that are unfamiliar with this hidden gem, it is a dive bar with 80’s arcade games. They serve beer, soju cocktails, and sake bombs. Careful with the sake bombs, though. The bartender didn’t know how to make one at first, and he gave me a glass half full of beer and half full of sake. That is what I like to call a Nagasake Bomb. The place is really cool, and since no one else was around, it was like we rented out the place to ourselves.

A little bit of Joust to start off the night.

The whole bar is singing happy birthday, but it looks like we’re just singing to ourselves.

Kyung brought an LED toy that said, “Let’s Party” when spun around. It’s being spun backwards here. I found twenty pictures of this thing on my camera in the morning.

Pretty much the gayest picture we could’ve taken all night.

The only defense I can give for that last picture is the Nagasake Bomb. I went home and crashed right away. I’m pretty sure the right side of Michelle’s bed smells like Korean BBQ now. I woke up a little bit late to head over to Harrison’s plae to start smoking some meat.

With the heat wave, this pool looked so inviting.

This is why we’re here. This is why we’re here.

Grilled to perfection.

Wasp nest on the basketball hoop. Every time someone hit the rim or backboard, they would fly around and land again, only to be disturbed by the next shot.

My first batch of smoked ribs. You can see the meat came off the bones when I picked them up with a pair of tongs.

Time approves of my ribs. They were good, but I want to do better next time.

This weekend was spent gorging myself with deliciously cooked meats and sweating out those same meats from my pores. This is the good life.

Coming Out of the Shower

No, not the closet. I am currently sitting in my shower with all the lights off in my bathroom. Why? It’s fucking hot. This is the coolest place in the house with all the cool tiles. I admit it’s a bit creepy, but it’s so hot. I don’t care what anyone thinks. I’m contemplating not showing up for my birthday party tonight. Think anyone will miss me?