Long weekends are nice, they make me really look forward to the holidays and Christmas break. I spent a lot of time with el Venado, which was nice because during the school/work week we barely get to see each other despite the fact that he works on campus. Plus, the next couple of weeks either he or I will be out of town and I’ll barely get to see him.
I went hiking with several friends on Friday. Considering the kind of week I’ve been having, I probably should have stayed away from trails along 30 foot drops, cold rivers, and wilderness. As you know, I didn’t die and I came down from the mountain in one piece. The best part about being up in the San Gabriel Mountains was just being out of LA and not having to deal with traffic. Oh yeah, seeing a tarantula up close was also pretty cool.
Post hike, I thought el Venado and I could go to the Tamale Festival nearby, but instead we (me, el Venado, rooomie J and future roomie L) took advantage of happy hour. Okay, what is the singular form of tamales? I always thought it was tamal and I still insist on that, but why would a whole festival spell the singular form of tamales incorrectly? Using tamale to refer to a single tamal really, really, really, bugs me.
Saturday el Venado and I went to see his co-worker, Jerry, perform with a Filipino folk dance group, Kayamanan Ng Lahi. I’ve seen a lot of Filipino folk dance and it’s always very impressive and beautiful. Of course the best part of the show was not seeing Filipinos in bahags or being in awe of a different kind of pole dance, Pattong. Instead it was just great to see a good friend do his thing and really live his culture.
Finally, I think all the turkey I ate yesterday in a pre-Thanksgiving dinner is still making me sleepy. El Venado came to the dinner at my parent’s house in Hacienda Heights, which was nice and weird at the same time. See, I’ve only brought home one guy before. It’s not that my parents are really strict or I’m ashamed to have a guy I’m seeing around them. Instead, I’ve just tried to keep certains aspects of my life somewhat hidden from them. El Venado played with VR, my puppy. VR seemed to like el Venado much more than the crazy little boys who were running around. If el Venado gets VR’s approval, that’s good enough for me.
P.S. I’m so glad el Venado has cable, or else I’d be missing out on the new Boondocks cartoon series on Adult Swim.