Whoooa nelly, I haven’t been yapping too much lately, now have I? The last few weeks have been pretty up and down, chock full of illness (mostly me), insane work days, the wanting of a nice long vacation from everything and everyone…I’m going to totally skip how we even ventured back to Disneyland a 2nd time…

We’ve had some good food get-togethers. We finally made it down to San Diego to see my sis and Chris. We took them to Gudalajara in Old Town, and the food was f-ing awesome. The place was too cute, and it helped that Kieran was a good little boy, eating his chips and rice. We also got to check out the Petco stadium, home of the Padres. While we didn’t get any players autographs, we did try out the bases.

We did Dim Sum downtown with Adrienne, CC and some of their friends. We introduced Adrienne to Ethiopian Cuisine this past weekend. The look on her face as she just sat there while Rice and I stuffed our faces pretty much said it all. I think it was the Injera. Oh, and I met some of Joy’s pals and we ate some good 3rd Street Farmers market grub and had many, many beers that kept us from going to the LACMA exhibit we originally intended to go to. But…well, the beer. It was so good, and we were laughing and having a good time, so screw CULTURE, right?

Of course, this past weekend there was the Superbowl. Not one that cares much for the pro teams, I’ll admit I was intrigued, if only because a kid from my hometown is the highly revered kicker for the Chicago Bears. Go Robbie Gould! Aside from that, we were at my former roomie, Limary’s, new pad out in Valley Village. She’s got her bro living with her and together they cooked up some good stuff they are familiar with from Puerto Rico. The empaniditas were so good, I might have had 3, I lost track! Anyway, it was great to see Limary and Brad because I have not been the greatest at keeping in touch with her. Bad friend. No cookie.

Coming up is the trip to Atlanta. The planning of this has thrown us all into a tizzy. But that’s too long a story. It would twist your brain into a whirling vortex of desperation , screaming please, please, please make it stop, make it all go away, and leave you writhing on the floor calling for mommy or a bottle of gin. Whoa, what got into me?