Thursday, July 31, 2008

Extended tour of beautiful Richmond, CA



Naomi and I at the fire station (read below for the "why").

It wasn't me! I didn't do it!

For those of you who might recognize this scene, I think I'd rather hear your story.
Okay, so now that I've got your attention... yes, that is me... and yes, I am sitting in an interrogation room. Ah yes, Room 2... such memories... good times... 
Alright, alright, I'm sure I didn't fool any of you... if you know me at all, you're waiting for the catch because the good, law-abiding citizen I am would never land me in such a predicament. And you would be right. 
This past weekend, a friend from work took me on a "tour" of a local Police Department and all it's wonder, including the frightening interrogation room, a place I would imagine nobody EVER wants to visit. However, its implication of wrong-doing intrigued me. I'm not sure if it was my fascination in the upside down justice system or my obsession with criminal shows like The First 48... but either way, I needed to see and feel what it was like inside that little room. Hoping that my claustrophobia would not kick in, I was locked in Interrogation Room 2, being viewed and heard by my friend and her brother (who got me the privileges to take the RPD tour). And here were some of my surprises:
1. it wasn't as cold as I would have expected
2. the camera was way too easy to find
And all in all, I thought that sitting in the chair of criminals would freak me out, panic me. Although, I did not do anything wrong... do you think had anything to do with my calmness?
Anyway, we were able to get a recorded video of us in the interrogation room (which is kind of boring since you know we are innocent). The tour of RPD ended when we arrived at what I call the cherry on top.... a local firehouse... need I say more?

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Niles Dog Show


Doggy Day fun! This weekend, we took AsaMalla to the Annual Niles Dog Show in the sleepy district of Fremont. As last year, we didn't care about the "show" part, but instead really took her so that I could see all the cute pups! And last year she had her first attempt at swimming... and.. this year was not much different... she again, attempted, but wasn't real hip to the idea of going out any farther than she could still feel the solid ground beneath her. So Dave, being the trooper he is waded in the water with her, trying to reassure her. She only looked up at him as if to say, "go ahead, I'll watch from here." So we let her off leash (like we did last year), and she decided it was more fun to run around in the dirt instead.  Maybe she needed her BFF Nacho (a water lover) there to coax her in? Oh well, maybe next year.
But on a side note, can someone tell me why she always sticks her tongue out at me in pictures? 

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Mr. and Mrs. Chow

This weekend Dave and I attended a very good friend's wedding in SF. We are both so incredibly happy for the happy couple. And it is so great to see my good friend Brian finally find someone who is worthy of his amazing spirit and generosity. Congrats you guys!

Now while the wedding was beautiful as expected, the reception was less... well, let's just say less. The reception was held at a Chinese Seafood restaurant in Union City. Now if you have ever been to this style of dinner, you will understand the difficulty we experienced at our table. Let's just say that there is a giant Lazy Susan in the middle of the table, which holds all the food and drinks. So, with every turn, I held my breath in anticipation of mess about to erupt upon any one of the ten guests seated at our table. And... as luck would have it.. Dave was the one on the receiving end. And it's not even a good story... nothing that includes a fun or drunken activity... just a stupid, clumsy waiter who decided to pile more food onto the spinning Lazy Susan, in the process, knocking the single glass of red wine on the table into Dave's lap! And all the waiter had to say was (imagine in a Chinese accent), "Oh! So Sorry! Be careful!"  What? Be careful? Really? he was telling Dave to be careful? And no offer to even bring Dave a glass of water, a new glass of wine or even a clean napkin to replace his that had been soaked in grape goodness. So, poor Dave didn't even dare to get up from his chair the entire night (which meant no break dancing!). 
But in case you are wondering, that stuff you see late night on TV called Oxy Clean.... it works! Good thing too.... we told Brian that they could expect to see a dry cleaning bill waiting upon their return from their honeymoon:)