Monday, Sep. 08, 2008

Football, beer, guac and a samurai

So my first high school football game in 2008 was not off to a good start. Despite arriving about 40 minutes early to the game, I got stuck in between two teenage boys who had yet to learn the appeals of showering and using deodorant. Surprisingly, one of them had a rather hot girlfriend...Well, hot in a skanky way, I suppose.

This weekend Mr. Big's friends came up, so fun times were ahead.

As the guys all caught up outside, I sat in Mr. Big's living room, watching this new series on ABC called "Samurai Girl." It stars Jamie Chung, who originally was on the reality show The Real World: San Diego. I liked her because she didn't cause a lot of drama and she was also Korean.

Samurai Girl is similar to how I felt about Kyle XY, also on ABC. It's so bad it's good. Chung, as beautiful as she is, doesn't have very good acting chops. She's good at pouting and being the stereotypical Asian, but really, cover up Tila Tequila's tattoos and she could've done a better job.

While I'm glad to see that Brendan Fehr has another acting gig, I'm not really into his character. I did, however, love Chung's brother in the series, who gets killed off within the first fifteen minutes. I kept telling Mr. Big that I thought Chung and the brother had a weird love-thing going on, because they didn't act like siblings...and they looked at each other way too weird.

Ironically enough, when Mr. Big and his friends came inside, they all piled around the TV and watched it with me.

"Hey, is that Stacy Keibler?" They all kept asking about one particular character. "No, her thighs are too big."

I finally looked online to shut them up. Yes, that hot blonde chick is Stacy Keibler, in case any of you were wondering.

I made them guacamole Sunday afternoon while they watched several NFL games, and I remembered how much I didn't like football. But I did love guac.

After that, we hit up Sportsman's Warehouse; a tradition when they come. They browse the fishing rods, talk about buying guns, but then never really follow through, leaving the store empty-handed, yet strangely fulfilled.

Another tradition is going to a buffet. They love Granny's Buffet, which I had never been to. I'm not a big buffet person anymore. My days of eating as much as I wanted until I exploded are long over, simply because I get nauseous when I try. Buuut, it was for the guys, so I went.

Granny's was pretty tasty and I liked the fact their buffet lines had small chafers, opting to put out smaller quantities and replace them quickly, instead of leaving out large amounts to sit out. Ironically we saw Mr. Big's parents there, who eat there every Sunday, simply because they like the fact they can eat anything there.

Our last stop was Mr. Big's brother's grave. It's always a somewhat somber time, even though we're all joking around and laughing. I never get used to it, but it's sort of a calming experience with everyone. In a way, you can sort of just feel the years of friendship among the group and for a second, everyone appreciates each other for being in their lives.

First, they light up a cigarette and stick it in the ground next to the grave. One person always brings a 12-pack, so they pour a little out and then drink. The smell of nicotine and cheap beer is never appealing to me, but in these instances, it's quite beautiful. A beautiful calm...

After everyone left, we made some pho, a Vietnamese soup, which was quite good for our first try together. With our bellies full and our minds relaxed, we looked around my apartment and began planning out what things to move and take down first. You see, I'm moving in with Mr. Big. It's been a long time coming, but it's finally happening.

All in all, a really good weekend.