Goodbye Wilton Hilton

So the Wilton Hilton closing party was kind of a bust, probably due to the fact that invitations went out less than 12 hours prior to the start of the "party".




But that doesn't mean we won't remember the good times.

(cue Barry Manilow's "Looks Like We Made It")








After the party we went over to Kate's new home...




...where there were several gays...



...and a rotisserie chicken.

Imran's New Digs Do Not Suck

Imran had a housewarming celebrating his new home and birthday.



He hired a DJ. And two hot bartender girlpeople.



9th Floor. Beautiful space. Overlooking downtown. Head-sized bottle of tequila.

Definitely a recipe for a good time.






The Asians across the air-shaft spent the evening playing Street Fighter II in their apartment.



Imran Hamad is officially a party god.










Oh at one point a beer bottle "fell" off the edge of the balcony onto the roof of the abandoned building next door, seven floors down. Diana and I watched with eager anticipation in horror as it fell. But instead of shattering...it BOUNCED. WITHOUT BREAKING.

Maybe you had to be there. It was weird. And hilarious.

We ran away quickly.




It was so much fun.

The bar has been raised.

Virgin America

So I've decided to give Virgin America a try for a few of my upcoming trips.

As of now I'm somewhat fiercely devoted to Delta, which offers in-flight trivia/poker which you can play with other passengers as well as a shit-ton of TV shows, Movies, Music, and lots of other games and funnery.

Virgin, however, offers ELECTRIC SOCKETS.



Think of the possibilities!!!

Laptops! DVD Players! Phone charging!

WHY DID NO ONE THINK OF THIS BEFORE??!?!?!?!

Amanda is a hard-hitting journalist.

I don't know if you were paying attention but at the beginning of the report Amanduhhhh states, "Marcia Franklin says a virus in her neck restricts her to a wheelchair..."

Amanda's interview was actually a little more in-depth than the report showed. This part of the interview didn't make it to air because, well, it didn't really help the woman's cause. It's not word-for-word, but this was the gist of it:

Amanda: "So Marcia, why did you first have to start using a wheelchair?"

Marcia: "Well they um first started putting me in the wheelchair because I um acouldn't walk no more...because of the crack."

Amanda: "A crack in your vertebrae?"

Marcia: "No.....the crack and cocaine."

At this point Amanda was all smiles and laughter and rolling-around-on-the-floor-convulsing inside. But of course you can't laugh in the face of your interviewee...so she continued...

Amanda: "I see...and what do doctors call the virus in your neck that keeps you in a wheelchair?"

Marcia: "Um....well...the doctors says it is called the AIDS."

Wave Running in the 'Hood

After getting aneurysms and registrations out of the way, we were able to take the jetski around yesterday afternoon.

One of the several neato things about Amanda's house is that it's right on the water and just up the stream from her brother's new house. So she can just hop on her little waverunner/jetski and cruise up there all Dawson's Creek-style.




We cruised through her neighborhood...which was chock full of minimansions.





And then headed over toward Jupiter, where the megamansions are.




I would have taken more pictures. But we were going really fast.

Also it started pouring so we had to turn back before we got to Tiger Woods' house.



I really love Florida minus the weird weather, humidity, mosquitoes, and cats in the house making me sneeze and itchy.

National Bring-Your-Asian-To-Work Day

It's the best holiday.

Well...after Christmas.

And Thanksgiving....

...and my birthday.

Oh...and anything super Jewish and brisket-filled.

You get the point. Amanda brought me to work.



Watched the cute weather girl give her cute weather report.



Then we stepped in there too.




Then watched Amanda give her emotional report which was a follow-up on this case and she interviewed this old woman whose daughter (a 50-year-old mom) was shot in the head and shoved out of her SUV on a busy suburban road in the middle of the day. Her killer never found. A motive never uncovered. Very sad.



It is nice to see someone who loves their job as much as I love mine.

Amanda's

Phew.

Ok.

Last night I seriously thought I was having an aneurysm.

I think I might have a tooth cavity or something. When my plane started descending yesterday I totally felt this pressure building in the right side of my face shooting from the back of my mouth, up my cheek, and into my right temple. It was the most excruciating headache I've ever had and I generally don't get headaches and I thought I really was going to die.



Instead of going out to Palm Beach Island and Mar-A-Lago (Donald Trump's estate/golf course/resort) we laid low and just hung out at home.

I should have suspected it would be sweet when she told me she had a housemate and two guest rooms. But somehow, it never occurred to me and the whole time I thought I'd just be crashing on the couch.







I'm dying to take the jetski out. But I just couldn't even move off the couch.



After a three hour power nap, two hot showers, and several doses of various painkillers (prescription and non), we went out for a nice chill dinner on the water. After we stopped and had a drink or two at a nearby bar.

Amanda gets recognized when we're out since she's kind of a local celebrity, so that's kind of fun.