Hmmm...

Currently Listening Sugar Tax By Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark Track 11: Neon Lights see related

So, remind me, what's so great about Chicago again?

Murphy's Law?!?!

Ugh!!! I'm such a clumsy idiot!

Yesterday I finally got a fresh pair of TRIAL contacts from the optometrist after two and half weeks of dealing with the mystery (maybe protein) deposits on the old pair. And in lightening speed I just tore one after wearing them for less than 24 hours. My only pair.

Ugh ugh ugh!!!!!!!

Good Job! I think...

It kinda dawned on me today that in order to perform well at my position, there's a certain amount of "niceness" I'll have to forgo - aka, a certain amount of "meanness" I'll have to acquire. All that, just to maintain a certain "edge." Is it worth it?

Midday Bonus Tidbit

"FACETIOUSLY" is the shortest word in the English language that contains all the vowels including Y, and in alphabetical order.

Split Second Decision

I was very moved by a story that my friend had shared on his Xanga:

When I was in Jacksonville, FL, an evangelist in his sermon shared that once he came home with visitation cards. A young woman checked that she wanted to talk to the pastor, to accept Christ. Well the evangelist (then a pastor of his church) put the card in his pocket intending to visit her during visitation on Tuesday night. They go out but the deacon says lets go drop in on someone else (who was on the way) so it turns out they stayed there some time, and it got too late to visit the woman. The pastor I believe had intended to see her previously but somehow he forgot, got too busy...and that evening he got a call. The woman had been murdered by her husband, he went out to the house, and he noticed in his pocket he still had her card.

I am guilty. Guilty of getting caught up in the meaninglessness of this world.

Am I so stubborn that I'm only teachable through failure and brokenness?

Thank goodness He's there to make some sense of this muddled-up world.

Close Encounter with the Cab-Driving Kind

First of all, Xanga is back! Yay!! It's been a long day without it...

Back to the subject above. So New York cabbies have a bad reputation for being rude, or scary, or like to take advantage of tourists, or whatever. While all that may or may not be true depending on who you've talked to, yesterday I decided that geographic location really does not matter. Chicago cab drivers can be psychos too.

I don't mean to make a generalized statement, and all of my taxi-riding experiences thus far in Chi-town have been fairly pleasant. But yesterday, my coworkers Laura & Christine (See "Ruined by Testicular Virility" for more of my adventures with them) and I were pretty much verbally-assaulted by one driver. In fact, at one point, I was kinda afraid for our lives.

The story goes something like this...we had just finished lunch and were ready to head back to the office, the doorman at The Ritz helped us get a cab. He told the cabbie to take us to 225 N. Michigan. We got in the cab, and just to confirm things, Christine told him to take a left on Southwater street. He said "yes, I know." So we chatted a bit more and went about our business. By the time the cab was closer to our destination, Christine kindly reminded him to not to forget to turn on Southwater street, and that's when he started to majorly GO OFF on us. Here's what I remembered from the conversation:

Crazy Cab Driver: *Yelling while eyeing us in the rear-view mirror* "EXCUSE ME! How many times to you have to tell me to turn?"
Eyeris, Christine & Laura: *stunned*
Christine: "Um...I think I just told you once."
Crazy Cab Driver: "NO! You told me TWICE! And the doorman told me! I know where 225 N. Michigan is."
Laura: "Um...ok."
Eyeris: ...
Crazy Cab Driver: *Continuous yelling* "You don't have to tell me where to go, I know what I'm doing!"
Laura: *Under her breath, to us* "Yeah, he's not getting a tip...."
(Quick note here: our building takes up one block on Michigan Ave, you have the choice of entering from Southwater street or Lake street or even Michigan Ave, so it WAS legimate for us to tell him that we preferred to go to the Southwater side.)

Perturbed, we finally arrive at our destination. We came up with about $6, and one of us pretty much just threw the money at him without asking for a receipt. We got out of the cab and began walking towards our building. He then proceeded to roll down his window and followed us in his cab while shouting at us. I could only make out the following:

"You guys think you're SOOOOOOOOOO smart! Don't you??"
"You will NEVER be happy. NEVER!"
"Hey!! Hey!!"
"Look at me! Huh?! Huh?!"
Repeat sentences 1-4 in no particular order.

Chicago, lovely city isn't it?

Ok, I SERIOUSLY have to start getting to work by 9am sharp!!!!

*Edit*
My alarm now will go off at 7:05am instead of 7:20am. Hopefully this means I'll get myself out of bed by 7:30, istead of 7:45-8:00.

Evolution of Dance

How many of these can you do???

The Other Mr. & Mrs. Wong

Got back from NYC late Monday night, and I've been so exhausted.
The weekend in New York was comprised of numerous last minute wedding errands/projects and days alternating back and forth from unbearable starvation to excessive gluttony.

Nevertheless, Viv was a GORGEOUS bride! The St. Patrick's Cathedral was as beautiful and grand as it is in the pictures. And me standing on the altar at such a famous church, probably not something that'll happen again. The only problem with getting married at famous churches/tourist attractions is that they are on an extremely tight schedule. One bride was literally walking down the aisle as our party was about to walk up the aisle. There were even tourists (who were roped off to the side) taking pictures of us. At first, it made us feel like celebrities, but then it felt creepy because who knows where these pictures could end up... The dinner reception however, was probably the best (non-Chinese) wedding food I've ever had. The steak was fantastic, and the fois gras that topped it was to DIE for. Finally, to wash the steak and lobster down, lychee martinis and any other "adult" beverage of choice were poured throughout the night, thus the night was "festive."

Oh, and no one referred to me as the "matron" of honor.

I don't have many good pictures, but here are a few that are ok enough to post:


"Trying to relax w/ Mani/Pedi"


"Drunken Shrimp - this was at the rehearsal dinner. SOOO good!"


"The Groom & the (newly promoted) Best Man"


"The Bride & I"


"Gotta do the 'Hook 'em' picture"