3 eggs, scrambled
2 slices of wheat toasts
1 glass of water
1 cream puff
2 wafer cookies
1 bottle of water
1 bowl of rice
side of kimchee
1 bottle of water
handful of Ruffles cheddar cheese n’ sour cream potato chips
3 cans of orange San Pellegrino soda
I spent all day Saturday gorging and watching football, so it was completely within my character to spend Sunday drinking an unhealthy amount of sodas and watching the Golden Globes. It was nice to see all the celebrities unite around a common cause; bashing NBC. Even the Governator got into the spirit of things. True, our state’s budget is hopelessly in the red. But at least he hasn’t, and I’ll quote a Robert Downey Jr. film, gone full retard like Jeff Zucker. I also don’t think Ricky Gervais, nor a lot of the other celebrities, gave a fuck about the festivities in general. Gervais, Sandra Bullock and Downey Jr. openly mocked the Hollywood Foreign Press Association, hinting at their propensity to award votes to big stars and whatever studio gives them the best free stuff. And they’re right too, the Golden Globes has no actual creative credibility. But they’re also the least stultifying of all the award shows and it’s the only one that allows guests to drink during the show. That alone guarantees a star-studded night.
Honda Ya Izakaya
1 spicy chicken wing yakitori skewer
1 asparagus with bacon yakitori skewer
1 small plate of grilled squid
1 small plate of green onion pancake
1 cup of Diet Coke
Izakayas, or a type of Japanese pubs, are my favorite drinking food. The dishes are usually small, cheap and greasy enough to encourage a long, steady night of snacking and alcohol consumption. Except I didn’t drink any beers at Honda Ya on this night. Consuming 10 cheep beers in a drunken stupor the previous day kinda turned me against the whole idea of grain-based alcohol, and I was OK with that. We went here because neither my friend nor I were that hungry and we can eat idly to our heart’s content. The food at Honda Ya’s pretty good and I enjoyed all our dishes, although the bacon wrapped around the asparagus oddly fused with the vegetable into one entity. It also shares a mall with our regular karaoke spot, Max Karaoke, so this made for a very convenient dinner destination.
1 small coffee
What was supposed to be a relatively quiet night of Golden Globes and dinner somehow led to two hours of karaoke. I have to say, the Little Tokyo outlet of Max Karaoke has the most varied selections of songs I know of in Los Angeles. They have Vampire Weekend album tracks and shit like that, although anyone who sings “A-Punk” deserves a punch to their horn-rimmed glasses. They will also make a karaoke version of any song you want if they don’t have it, with a few day’s notice. I plan on requesting Bone Thugs-n-Harmony’s “Tha Crossroads” for a future visit. For now, here are a couple of songs I sang on Sunday:
tall nonfat vanilla latte
The Starbucks in Little Tokyo is opened until midnight and we managed to get there at 11:56 p.m. My friend has a daily latte habit and she was antsy from not getting her fix that day. So she got her coffee. Good for her. BUT WHY DID I GET ONE AS WELL?! I deserved my sleepless night until 4 a.m. Really, I have no one to blame but myself. DUMB ASS.
OK, here’s one more song. My friend is an incredible singer. She knocked this one out of the park.