Last week I decided to tear through and cleanup everything I own. I decided that rather than allowing my stored possessions to sprawl rooms and garages at both parents’ houses, I’d thin it out until everything would fit neatly in a single bedroom closet. I can’t begin to tell you how many old Playstations, piles of computer parts, folders of schoolwork, and ridiculously undersized articles of clothing I found needlessly taking up storage space.
Most of the process was mind-numbingly boring, but every once in awhile I’d stumble on a particularly meaningful item – like a note Jeff and I had passed to each other in 10th grade math class, when we first became friends. Or the tiny pocket-sized picture book I bought to first begin learning Hiragana and Katakana.
Seems like so long ago…
After a great satisfaction from completing the week-long project, an entirely unplanned week of fun began. First, a trip with Nick to Raging Waters, America’s 3rd best water park (according to the Travel Channel). The weather has been absolutely gorgeous lately, so a water park seemed like a perfect place for a bit of fun in the sun.
I have to say that while very, very enjoyable, Raging Waters was significantly different from how I remembered it from my childhood. Mainly because the slides seemed a whole lot slower and less intimidating this time around. And the lines were quite a bit more frustrating. I guess you could call that “growing pains.”
Next time we’ll just have to bring some cocktails to sip on while drifting around the relaxing innertube lagoon 😉
Then on Thursday afternoon I headed over to Andy’s place with the intention of hanging out for just a few hours. Since he was only in LA for a brief a visit from China, I wanted to make sure to get in our catch-up time before he headed off for one of his trademark weekends in Vegas. And even though the actual “catching up” proved to take no more than a few minutes, I somehow ended up remaining with him and his family for nearly 4 days.
I guess that’s the difference between an acquaintance and a real friend; no matter how long you’re apart, the moment you reunite it feels like no time has passed at all. Five minutes of catch-up, four days of fun!
The first day we kicked off with a big sushi feast followed by a small party with his sister Rachel, her out-of-town visitor Allison, and a group of their mutual friends from back in High School. It was a small party that turned into an extraordinarily loud game of drunken Catch Phrase. I don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun with a board game.
Unfortunately, his parents weren’t too pleased in the morning when one of the maids ratted us out for keeping her awake all night, shattering a massive flower pot, and engaging in various other delinquent activities. Oops.
The next day Andy and I spent relaxing in the pool at the nearby Brentwood Country Club before I briefly separated to scoop some cat poop back at my mom’s house. What fun!
Having slept only an hour and a half the night before, I really felt like staying in on Friday – but Andy soon convinced me to head out to Hollywood for dinner with another friend, a successful event planner and socialite visiting from San Francisco. I’m glad he did. The evening first led us to a sushi bar (yes, that’s sushi two nights in a row!) followed by a quick stop at the famous Sky Bar to meet up with Rachel and Alison and finally to a house party in Beverly Hills where I had a little encounter that blew my mind.
At this party (which by total coincidence happened to be only 2 doors away from Shahin’s parents’ house) I ran into an old acquaintance by the name of Scott Morrison. While I was never that close with Scott himself, he belonged to a group of friends that I’ve been out of touch with for nearly 10 years; the same group through which I knew Tyler, who I astonishingly ran into in Osaka while he was working as a NOVA English teacher.
When Scott and I first saw each other he didn’t recognize me at all. I found that surprising, but soon figured out why; flashing an old driver’s license quickly jogged his memory.
See, my appearance changed quite significantly around the 10th grade…when I chopped off my mid-back-length hair.
Anyways, after heading home sometime around 5am and knocking out for much of the following day, my schedule became a bit more routine. I did join Nick and his family for a very nice steak dinner, as well as accompany Andy and a group of Italian friends to the Getty Center a day later, although I must admit that I’ve never had much of an appreciation for art and tend to get bored with it rather quickly. I basically went because Andy invited me, and I figure I might as well try a new museum every now and then; maybe someday I’ll suddenly and mysteriously develop an interest. Like how I suddenly learned to appreciate vegetables as a high-quality food rather than a method of parental torture.
In any case, it’s been a very nice week 🙂