Fun with Asians

In my boredom I caught up on Kevin's blog today. He doesn't blog much. Or ever.

But I'm totally amazed that he went to China on a whim without speaking the language or having ever been there before and two years later he's basically found his calling getting his teach on and seems to be really enjoying it.

These pictures are so cute:

Action shot...



Judging a writing competition...



Taking a Kung Fu lesson...



Teaching German exchange students about tea...



And with his two best students...



There's nothing I love more than white people that love Asian people.

Except maybe white people that love meatballs.

Or just meatballs.

Kevin's layover/Saturday Night Adventures

So Kevin, after a year in China, has officially caught Yellow Fever and has decided to spend an indefinite amount of time living in Korea teaching English and dating chicks with whom he can only communicate using the language of love.

(Kev was in LA on a 6-hour layover en route to Korea, so we headed straight to the bar to get him blacked out for his 14-hour flight.)







There were plenty of boobs and boob-bearers.



Abby got hit on by some loserface mougar.



And then I met this super goofy hot guy named Danny who I pushed over to Smershy.



They took an immediate liking to each other and it wasn't long before we were all kicked out of the bar and they were locked in a passionate embrace.




But the party doesn't end here.



As we headed home, Teresa called telling us about afterparty fun at her friend Lauren's place.



We headed over there and there were probably like 14 or so people. Not a crazy afterparty or anything. Just hanging out and more drinking. There was this one dude there though who was kind of cute.

I met him. We chatted a bit, and then he left to go to the bathroom, at which point everyone quickly crowded around me and in a loud whisper was like "DENNIS, CLAUDIA MET THAT BAR RANDOM AT NIKKI'S AND HE FOLLOWED US BACK HERE BECAUSE HE WANTED TO MEET YOU."

Flattering much?

Quite.

I was stunned.

This no-glasses thing is really working out.

We chatted. Flirted. Swapped digits. And then I cut out early to keep him wanting more.

An excellent night by all counts.

Until I got this text from Chris the next morning.

Sex. Scandal. Studio 54.

A Party! A Party! With a 70s twist...

With such 'citement a brewin' we should double fist!



Kevin donned short short shorts, that oozed of pure sex...



While Bri and her Alex channeled Posh and the Becks.



David the Gay did not disappoint...




And we saw all of our friends, of which that was the point.









A cougar! A cougar! Slipped stealthily by...



While another in training almost took out Eve's eye.



There was drinking and mingling and Brown kids galore...




And some blatant sex acts happening on the dance floor.



Oh the couch! And the sex! It all did transpire.

And these subsequent acts the above did inspire.







But alas, all good things they must come to an end.

A cop came. But soft! He did make a friend.



And off to the Isle of Canter we sped.



Where a meatloaf was eaten, the size of my head.



And finally we end, with a most random Brown sighting.

Danny Hong! Jessup's ex! Oh it sure was exciting.

Dumpling Fun

In celebration of Kevin and his moving to China, we thought it would be appropriate to bring him to Dumpling Dim Sum way out in Arcadia.



As the Din Tai Fung Dumpling house is quite possibly one of the best restaurants in the world, the wait was over an hour.

We played charades in the parking lot to pass the time.



The dumplings were deeeelicious.



And we were joined by Laffite and Jo Suh.



DUMPLINGS!!!!!