As expected, Keane rocked my world.  Afterwards, when we were listening to the CD on the drive home, the CD sounded flat because it didn't have the crazy energy from the live performance.  It was freaking awesome. 

I saw one black person at the whole concert.  It was mostly nerdy white peeps with a good dose of even nerdier asians and a sparse sprinkling of hispanics. 

Spence, we were sitting on one of the side wings, but had a total unobstructed view. 

Soo, I got you a black shirt white white letters.  There wasn't a lot of variety.

It constantly smells like someone's smoking up a storm outside our windows.  And when I drove home it looked like I was driving through a snow storm.

I know I'm being selfish, but I hope rain don't come until after the Keane concert tomorrow.  If it comes and stops shortly before, that would be fine too.

I got a free IPod Mini, thanks to the good people at CitiBank, and wanted to take it with me on the road trip.  To do this, I did a lot of research on what the best FM transmitting product would be.  I ended up buying an 8 channel Monster Cable FM transmitter and that totally did the trick.  No matter where we were, we were able to find a clear channel.  Mind you, it may not be great for everyone depending on such factors as where you live and what car you drive, but I think if you live in the LA vicinity and drive a Japanese car, you should be fine.  This device obviously won't give you stereo sound, but hell, I drive a RAV4.  My system ain't exactly pimped out. 

Okay.  I'm back from my mini road trip with Mr. Danny.  We hit up Grand Canyon, Hoover Dam, and Vegas.  Pictures may come later (yeah right I'm too lazy for that crap).  There's one thing that occured to me during our road travels...  when there's road kill, the dead animal more often than not ends up in between lanes or on the side of the highway -- hardly ever right smack in the middle of the lane.  What exactly is the physics of this?  There was another road trip related thing that I was perplexed about but I can't remember.   Here are some other things that were of interest to me:

1.  The Paris buffet... yum.

2.  There are no call boxes in Arizona.  So if your car breaks down in AZ, you better hope that it's not a billion degrees and that your cell phone works... and that you have AAA.

3.  There is a Lollicup in the Primm outlet -- if you don't know where that is, that's near the border of NV/CA.  Some poor Taiwanese bastards have to live out in the hellish desert in order to serve your boba needs.  Sucks for them.

4.  Although our room at Paris was nice, the atmosphere at Bellagio is much nicer. 

5.  If I were one of the first settlers who trekked West and happened to come across the big-ass chasm that is the Grand Canyon, would I stand in awe and wonder or would I stand there and curse the fact that I'd have to find a way around or through the big hole in the ground?

6.  The Hoover Dam is a big wall. 

Most days Danny and I have off together, we lounge around the house or have some event to go to (family stuff, weddings, etc).  This week, Danny and I both had Friday off and we were actually pretty active.  Today, we went to the beach for the sole purpose of....  dun, dun, dun.... taming the beast....  I LEARNED HOW TO RIDE A BIKE!  Danny says to tell you all that I was a natural and got it pretty quickly, but I think he's just being nice.  I think most adults could pick it up in the same time that I did.  It's not about conquering a fear when you're an adult.  It's all about mastering a skill (and overcoming the shame of learning in such a public place as Santa Monica Beach).  On the way out of the beach I thanked Danny for teaching me how to ride a bike and he said, "I'm your husband, I'm supposed to teach you these things"... to which I replied... "No, that's what dad's are for, not husbands."

After bike riding, we went to the cemetary to put flowers on my mom's grave because it's the third year anniversary since she died.  On the way back, we decided to track down a boba place in Monterey Park.  This was an adventure for us, because we're like fish out of water in that area... much like how Caucasians and other non-Koreans feel in K-town.  We searched the navi for some familiar streets.  We've gone there so many times but always with a Chinese/Taiwanese friend in tow.  All we know is that Monterey Park to us has always been in the vicinity of Garfield on Valley.  So, we drove down Valley and passed by where Shau May used to be, past The Hat and eventually landed on Tapioca Express.  Did you know they offer small and large boba ball sizes?  I tried the smaller boba balls, and I'd have to say that I like them more than the regular large ones.  I'm so not up-to-date with boba culture.  I got over boba when I was a senior in college.  Do college students still trek out to Monterey Park for boba and other Chinese/Taiwanese offerings?

Anyways, we're finally home now and are watching Castaway.  That's a pretty full day for us. 

I haven't had anything interesting happen for a while.  I did however side swipe a car a little a few weeks back.  I was rushing home on a Friday evening when this car in front of me stops to make a left turn on a busy street without even having the courtesy of signaling.  So I check my rear view mirror and attempt to pass the guy up on the right.  Then , out of the corner of my eye, I see a car shoot by in that lane I was trying to get into.  I thought I stopped in time to avoid the collision, but alas, I didn't.  I felt my car tap the other car.  So I pull over behind the car to exchange info and he comes out of his car and looks over the entirety of his car and asks, "where did you hit me?"  Apparently there wasn't a scratch to be found on his car.  There are two odd things about this accident...  #1 is that I didn't freak out at all.  I calmly got my insurance and license information out to show him, and the only thing that went through my mind was let's get this over with because I don't want to be late for the Pastor's discipleship group (there is a penalty to be paid if you're late - both monetary and guilt-wise).  #2 weird thing about this incident is the guy (I swear) looked like Michael Card.  I don't know if you know who this guy is, but man, it seemed like it could be him.  I couldn't verify the information because he refused to exchange info with me claiming that it would be a waste of time because there was no harm done to his car.  Atleast he was level headed.  Still, I offered again to give him my information in case he later wanted to file some kind of claim and he refused again. 

That is all.

Danny and I were eating at the CPK in Studio City and guess what, Ashlee Simpson came in to eat with some friends.  I had absolutely no urge to go up and ask for a picture or autograph.  And I'm a celebrity whore!  Eat your heart out Ryan Fuji.

Well, my friend Soo bet me 10USD to post my homecoming picture.  It is embarrassing to post, however not quite as embarrassing as his picture posted on his blog.  I think you would agree (or atleast I hope you do).

I fell down half a flight of stairs at work.  It was much like riding a rug down the stairs when you're a little kid, except there was no rug.  I scraped my elbows and have a bruise on my lower back and quite possibly my ass.  No telling what I'm gonna feel like tomorrow morning.  Atleast I didn't break anything. 

On a really, really odd, (most likely TMI) note, I just opened the mail and this non-descript thin white box came addressed to "Current Resident".  So, I open it and guess what I find?  It's a free sample of a Trojan condom.  It's "new" and the description says "Mint Tingle".  How friggin weird is that?  On the back it says, "If you don't need this sample, pass it on to a friend who does."  Weird, weird, weird.