brownchickenbrowncow

hilarious (and complimentary) convo w/BigPapa:

BigPapa: i didn't realize iwas supposed to do stuff
i thought i just sat around and looked sexy
damnit
Me: hahaha
now you have to do stuff AND look sexy at the same time
phew
that's tough
BigPapa: seriously
sigh
i'm going to put up for a vote at the general meeting
a new position called "sexyness rep"
we can be cochairs
:-D

now how flattering is that? i saw BigPapa later today and he also inadvertently called me a hottie as well. gotta love BigPapa.

school's offiically started and it's been a whirlwind, seeing ppl i haven't seen in a while and all that. albeit to say, lots of drinks have been had. there was an unofficial party at Floyd's which ended up turning into a mini pub-crawl for the 3Ls. it was great to see all those ppl out at Floyd's (even 4A showed up! that's a momentous occasion since they usually never leave the apartment), but Floyd's, while decently sized, isn't equipped for that voluminous crowd. it was stifingly hot in there and super crowded and getting a drink was a nightmare. everybody decided to move over to Last Exit instead, which was much more mellow and full of only friendly faces (as opposed to 1Ls that i don't recognize or know...yet).

many, many, many drinks were imbibed and ridiculous conversations were had before we went over to Brazen Head as the final stop. i was a trooper all the way (but i still left before DRC, Coleslaw and Cubed: they're beasts!). i was in such bad shape the next day. i mean, it was bad...

i had the complete intention of staying in Friday night to properly recover but there was the BLS pub crawl going on. i thought i was being smart by going to just the tail-end of the event and showed up at Trout around midnight. however, 1 beer turned into 2 and so on and so forth. we were at Trout until they kicked us out and then proceeded to Brazen until they kicked us out of there before heading back to Feil only to try and post-party at DRC's. luckily for me that fizzled out quick and i managed to get into bed just as the sun was rising...

only to have to wake up at 10:30 am! i had made a brunch date for Lockbox to meet KimChi but we had to be there by 11:30 b/c KimChi was going into work at 1:00 pm. i dragged myself out of bed, got ready in time and went down to pick up Lockbox and head over to Chinatown except Lockbox wasn't ready. that bastard. i had to wait for him to pick out clothes and get ready before we could head out. luckily KimChi was running late too.

on the way over to dim sum brunch, Lockbox and i had an interesting conversation about guys. we universally agreed that men are all dogs, but the degree of doggy-ness varies on a sliding scale. using Lockbox as a barometer (he's a self-proclaimed 8) we came to the decision that generally good guys are 6s. basically, all men have to start at at least 5. b/c essentially they're all dogs. for instance, Egg's probably a 5 (a generally nice and sweet guy w/more stringent fooling around standards); Mr.Frenzy's probably a 6 (still a nice and sweet guy but could possibly be tricked into doing something if VERY intoxicated) and so on and so forth. what do you think?

we ended up eating dim sum at Oriental Garden which is right next to Jing Fong. honestly, i think Jing Fong's better. there's more variety and more space. the set-up or introduction (whatever you want to call it) didn't go as well. i give up on Lockbox. he committed 3 cardinal sins at that brunch:

1st: he had an opportunity to sit next to KimChi but instead sat next to me. Snoopy even tried to race him to sit next to me so that Lockbox could sit next to KimChi and they could actually converse.
2nd: Lockbox wasn't as witty and open as he usually is. it was to the point that KimChi forgot his name. when i mentioned Crush, Lockbox's roommate was having a birthday party that night, KimChi turned to me and went, "who's Lockbox?"; it was super funny.
3rd: somehow the conversation about all men being dogs came up but i purposely didn't mention Lockbox being an 8 b/c i didn't want to blow up his spot. it would never have come up b/c KimChi didn't ask what Lockbox was but then Lockbox, like the genius he is, volunteers the info that he's an 8 all on his own. aish...that night, i headed over to 4A which was pregaming for Crush's and LF's and a whole bunch of other ppl's bday party in the city. DRC had just come back from a day at Jones Beach and was the color of a lobster. then something interesting happened: Crush offered DRC some aloe to put on her skin b/c apparently he had some. he leads her to the bathroom and gives her the lotion. then he just stands there. it was super creeper mcgee. so DRC awkwardly applies the lotion while Crush stands at the door and watches. what makes it even more hysterical is that DRC goes to return the lotion to Crush and he points to her chest area and goes, "you're the most red here, you should put some on here". umm, thanks for you concern buddy, but could you not stare at my chest while i'm lotioning? now, we all know Crush is actually one of the most polite and nice guys so i'm gonna chalk this creeper incident up to alcohol and birthday shenanigans.

Who Drinks on a Sunday? Apparently I Do

i am having an UG downward spiral: UglyGirl. i'm not saying this to fish for any compliments and i know i'm not the ugliest girl to walk the face of the earth (well at least i hope not). i guess it's just one of those phases everybody goes through. i mean, aside from Lockbox and Moon, i think everyone goes through it. it just seems that in my little posse, i really might be the UG. on 1 side i've got friends who are fending off overtures left and right and on the other side i've got friends who are accepting overtures left and right. and what am i doing while these friends are being bombarded w/come-on lines and flirting? i'm sitting on the side. drinking my drink. twiddling my thumbs. if you do see me chatting w/a boy, don't get it twisted: i'm either being told about some mad crush he has on some other girl, counseling him cause he's in a downward spiral (also about some other girl), or offering dating advice. pssh. as if i could be anyone's fountain of knowledge when it comes to that topic.

o well. hopefully the phase will pass soon enough. and in the meantime i'll learn to develop some other attractive attribute like personality, wit or intelligence. hmm, that seems like hard work. maybe i'll just try to become a better dancer instead.

self-pity fest aside, let's begin this catch-up entry. as is always the case, and i should know better, i had an insanely drunk Sunday. it started out as a relaxed drink at Trout w/DRC, you know, just a beer here, a bloody mary there. after all, it is Sunday i thought to myself. nah-ah. shortly our little 4-some turned into an 8-some and it was decided we would go to Zombie Hut for more drinks. this place is brutally lethal. and it doesn't help when Coleslaw starts off drinking Zombie Bowls. that stuff just goes down like water but contains enough alcohol to knock out a sailor (ok, that may be an exaggeration but it can't be that far off). see, the way Zombie Hut gets you is b/c all the drinks are super fruity and delicious while masking lethal doses of alcohol. i proceeded to share a Zombie Bowl w/Coleslaw (a 4-person Zombie Bowl we split btwn the 2 of us) and 2 Frozen Zombies (like frozen pina coladas but pink and containing a straight shot of rum hidden at the bottom). of course, no Brooklyn outting's complete w/o a stop at Brazen Head but at that point i couldn't even stand up. but i was still a champ b/c i'm pretty sure i stayed for at least a PBR. although i'm not so sure...

safe to say, i didn't make it to work that Monday.

the room was spinning

the night before July 4th, the girls and i decided to get together and do a mini-drink fest since nobody had to work the next day. however, i got an unexpected call from my parents who advised me Cousin was in town and had missed her planned flight and had taken a red-eye instead but they hadn't heard from her since. being concerned, she is family after all, i made a few calls and found out she was doing fine and hanging w/Snoopy. it's pretty much obligatory to have to see family when they're visiting, especially when they're visiting from out-of-town. so i made plans to meet up w/her after work and hopefully i would help her get the bus back to Jersey to meet w/my parents for dinner.

except things never go as planned when it comes to Cousin. she's notorious when it comes to time-management.

so i was supposed to meet Cousin in Chinatown around 5:30/6:00 pm. except i know her well enough to anticipate she's going to be late so i told her to call me when she was leaving Grand Central and even gave her directions on how to get to Canal Street from GCT. except of course she didn't do either. she failed to follow my directions and didn't call me until she was already at Canal Street in Chinatown-although i shouldn't complain really b/c she ended up having to wait for me instead of vice versa. we then met up w/Snoopy and by then it was pretty obvious that Cousin wasn't gonna make it back to jersey to have dinner w/my parents so instead Snoopy, Cousin and i ended up getting dinner together instead. and this in turn made me run late to go meet up w/the girls back at Feil. see the chain reaction when it comes to Cousin?

So you think you can dance-bleeding love


luckily, although i missed So You Think You Can Dance (which, aside from the video posted here, i'm not that crazy about-i just can't get into all that ballroom dancing stuff), i didn't miss my favorite show to watch: America's Next Best Dance Crew. phew. we sat around and watched the show, caught up on gossip during the commercials, and then headed over to Trout for drinks. i'm always shocked at how packed Trout is on weekend nights. and not full of law school ppl either but just regular joe-shmoes out for the night. weird. in reality, i didn't really want to go to Trout that night, and the crowd just made it more so but DRC had made a royal edict that if we went to Brazen she would leave or go home. i mean what can you do when 1 of your good friends drops a statement like that? so there was really no choice.

fortunately, we only stayed for 1 drink b/c Shy told me he was at Brazen and we all headed over there after our 1 drink. love this place. maybe b/c it's so cheap. or maybe it's the bartenders who have started to get to know me by face. or maybe b/c it's 2 minutes walk from my apt. anyways, DRC left shortly after we got there and then it was just me, Coleslaw, Shy and his friend. did i mention we were getting free PBRs? my favorite bartender was working that night and, as it turns out, the PBR rep had been in earlier that day so all the PBRs we ordered for free. and we were very grateful. and then Shy's friend bought 2 rounds of shots (1 jack, 1 SoCo & lime). before we knew it, Shy was very drunk. so you ask me, how can i be sure? b/c don't you hate it when ppl think you're drunk when you're definitely not? well, i can be pretty positive b/c later when we were hanging at his place he did 2 very drunk things:
1.he plopped down on the couch and then immediately shot up and announced, "i need water" and proceeded to stand at the sink and chug water.
2.he went to go lay down and then announced, "no good. the room is spinning" and then spent some time sitting up but lamenting the fact that he was tired and just wanted to lay down.

Pioneer

Stitch is amongst the valorous and brave few of my Manhattan friends that ventured into Brooklyn Heights last week. i'm so proud of her.


i haven't seen Stitch in months so it was a really good experience to see her again. so much has happened since when i last saw her (which was when we both saw Lance Bass at One if i remember correctly). we went to dinner at Lunetta which is a restaurant that seems to have been getting a lot of buzz lately but has been open ever since i moved to Brooklyn. we decided to go all out for the meal even tho both of us are in tight monetary situations right now. i truly do believe in this kind of going-out-to-eat philosophy: since you're already out, might as well take advantage and eat food that you would never be able to make yourself and is delicious.


we split a bottle of red wine (around $45 for the bottle-can't remember the name but it was light like a pinot noir but w/a slight robust flavor), and Lunetta's definitely got a very Italian-centric choice of wines that ranges from very affordable $26 a bottle to reserve bottles that go into the $100+ per bottle. since Lunetta's technically small plates, Stitch and i ordered 3 mains and split those and the waiter was very accomodating and made sure to serve each plate in courses vs. plopping them all down on the table at the same time. we started w/the gnocchi which was served in an amazing ricotta and tomato sauce. that was followed by the orrechiette w/rapini and sweet sausage which was also delish, especially since it was topped w/a liberal helping of parmesan cheese on top. lastly we had the berkshire pork belly which was salty but in a good way and was the perfect end to the meal. i definitely want to eat at Lunetta again and try their various kinds of bruschetta and maybe leave room for dessert too. as such, Stitch and i were stuffed by the end of our meal and skipped out on dessert.


the end of our meal was perfectly timed so that we could go meet the future SBA at Trout which is about 5 mins from Lunetta. the SBA-ers were getting food tho so Stitch and i sat at the bar and ordered drinks. i ordered a Jack and Coke, and like the pretend hard-ass i am, after sipping my drink for a bit, i asked the bartender to add some more Jack b/c it tasted kind of light. he arched his eyebrow at me and said,

"oh really? are you sure it's not just light for you but regular for everyone else?"

i sheepishly said yes, and he added some more Jack to it. then DRC came bouncing over and asked for a margarita, with extra tequila. he looks at me and then her and asks, "are you sure? because ppl always ask for that but then complain that their margarita tastes only like tequila and nothing else."

DRC re-assures him that she is not one of the ppl and he makes her a strong margarita. as a joke, she calls him back and goes, "excuse me, but this margarita tastes like tequila!" we all get a good laugh and she bounces away. only i turn back to the bar and the bartender has now poured 4 shots of tequila for us! i look around for a savior and recruit Egg to come to my aid and try to politely decline the shot but since it was from the bartender's good will i couldn't kindly refuse.

and we all know tequila's my kryptonite. so after that we all headed over to Brazen but at that point i was barely able to stand up on my own and i had a drink or two before i quickly ducked out and into the safety of my bedroom.

Mentor-Mentee '07

a long overdue post but i had to wait for pics to be available and thanks to Prez i can now put something up w/this post.

the 1st APALSA event that Co-chair and i had to plan together was the Mentor-Mentee dinner which is also 1 of the 1st big events of the year for APALSA so there was a lot riding on it. while it was definitely a stresser to find someone to provide food, order dessert, coordinate the set-up and clean-up crew, and then picking all these things up, overall i had a good time.

Co-chair and i decided to go w/variety for the food (from Sea Asian) and Asian desserts in the form of cakes from Tai Peng in Chinatown (green tea and Asian tiramisu-gotta love the Asian desserts: never too sweet but always light and delicious). the biggest pain was obtaining the wine. i went to Trader Joe's to pick up 2 cases of wine (1 red and 1 white) and luckily for me Egg was available to help me carry the cases home but even then they were reedonkulously heavy. after Egg and i got off the subway we stopped at BLS to pick up his stuff from the SBA office and i took the chance to call Adidas to come and meet us so he could carry my case of wine b/c at that point my arms were about to fall off.

even tho we ran out of food (can we pls RSVP ppl?) and wine (BLS APALSA really represents when it comes to the booze) i think overall the event was a success w/a really high turn-out and afterwards we all went to Trout for the after-party. Ultimately Prez and i ended up at our favorite Carrol Gardens Diner w/GJ and Chaeso where old APALSA e-board was also eating.

2 ppl ended up crying that night. i'm just glad i wasn't 1 of them.

minority mixer

one of the best events (and the initial reason i joined) of APALSA is the Minority Mixer. they started this tradition last year, where all the minority student organizations host a single event sponsored by Sullivan & Cromwell featuring food and open bar for 2 hours. it's also strategically offered at the beginning of the school year so that 1Ls haven't become jaded about going to all BLS events and are still wanting to meet new people and make new friends.

this year the event was at Apt 138. being older and wiser as a 2L, i didn't pay too much attention to the food and just focused on the open bar (after all, time was limited). but, as an e-board representative for APALSA, i did attempt to meet 1Ls. i made an initial sweep of the room looking for those obvious 1L characteristics (unsure demeanor, eyes darting from person to person desperately searching for someone they know/looks open and nice, and clumped together in an unmovable group). i did meet 1 group and chatted them up, extolling the virtues of APALSA to them. then i ran out of wine. so i excused myself and went to the bar. it was pretty much downhill from then. i never left my spot at the bar, although i did maneuver around the bar to various positions. Oni was WASTED and Husband was taking care of her. Coors showed up w/yummy chicken fingers. Adidas was milling around and meeting people while talking w/Wifey. then i chatted w/Co-Chair about upcoming APALSA social events and etc. this was all fine and dandy but then Institution chatted me up and it was all over.

once open bar was over and Apt 138 wanted to kick us out, the whole group shifted over to Trout. at this point APALSA was out-of-hand. and of course Trout was doing their shot-of-Jack-and-a-PBR-for-$5 deal so shots were flying all over the place. i found out that Prez (spelled w/a "z" now at Prez's request) is always the designated-walker-homer (he's always escorting ppl home) and he walked Oni and Wifey back to Feil. Oni's such a korean princess b/c she demanded that Prez walk her to her apt door even tho she only lives on the 4th floor. and Prez being Prez complied.

eventually everyone decided they wanted to go sing karaoke in Red Hook (how many times has karaoke been an option in the past month? weird...) but Institution was the voice of reason that Red Hook was just too far (ok, technically it's not, but when everyone's drunk enough to want to take a cab there it sure seems far). instead, we had another drink at Gravy where i picked up Russian girls while waiting in line for the bathroom (1 of which was having a birthday) before we went for food at a nearby diner. since i was the lone chinese girl amongst 3 korean guys, i busted out all the korean i knew and was adopted as an honorary korean by some of the toughest critics at BLS. i feel so proud...while also having a mini-identity crisis.