life's a beach
the girlz and i headed to the avp tourney in manhattan beach this weekend:

yes, yes, we all know i'm white as a ghost. while nat was commenting on how tan i looked (tan for me, that is), i soon was told by my client to make sure i put some sunblock on seeing how white i am. he had graciously escorted us past the packed VIP tent to the less-crowded-but-more-exclusive investors tent... keith introduced me to the CEO of AVP, and we took our seats out in the bleachers. i was trying to get loren and nat to indulge in the free food and drinks, but i think they were a little tenative considering the party we were crashing. close to gametime though, our territory was shrunken as regular hooligans started hopping the fence into our area, to the point where they threw out anyone who didn't have the right ticket to be in there. i tried dropping a few names of people, including the CEO, until the lady told me "uh, i just had to kick HIM out too." right. gotcha. we're going. we were then re-directed to the stage, and spent the rest of the game just to the right of the shade, and just behind the queen of beach volleyball, gabrielle reece.
at least the funky burn lines i got were after the wedding that t-man and i hit on saturday. the great thing about the wedding was that t-man knew the bride from work and i knew the groom from the freshmen dorms, so we both were able to celebrate their wedding. like binh and diem were saying, "it's a small small world." after all.
current mood: gee, that was fun!