Weekend in Seattle

I had a great Thanksgiving weekend in Seattle.

Obviously it was wonderful to see my family and our Thanksgiving dinner was everything that I look forward to every year. I'm sure that I irritated my mom by watching the USC football game and then to top it off they had the SC basketball game running on ESPN 2 after that so I was glued to the tube the whole time and quite anti-social.

My team got torched in football (twice) on Thanksgiving morning. Highlight of the day for me was kicking a 40-yard field goal, which I didn't think I could do. We had a FG kicking competition and one guy split the uprights from 50 yards easily.

I went out Thursday, Friday, and Saturday night with some of my boys that run an entertainment/promotion company up in Seattle called Soul Gorilla. It was a bad sign on Friday night when we showed up and there was about 20 people trying to squeeze in the door and Kevin Durant couldn't get in (he's underage). We eventually made it in and it was too packed inside to even move. However, I have to say that I should have played in the NBA. The finest girl in the club was screaming for Richard Jefferson after the club let out and he paid no attention to her at all. To his credit he did just drop 30 on the Sonics. But it was too easy for him. Not to mention he's making millions to play hoop. Somehow, my career route went astray and I missed that whole 'NBA' thing that people seem to be doing these days.

Saturday night was the only night I really got drunk. It was the first time my boys in Seattle got to see the Asian Glow in full effect. Club was cool, there were some mid-range jumpers in there that could definitely get the business. I didn't do anything stupid but ran into some of my old homies. Here's my boy Chern in action. My other boy Benito and I agreed that seeing Chern in full-fledged pimp mode is the greatest thing...ever.



Another notable event of the weekend was my venture back into black crack...or should I say "Spanish 21." I degen'd it up at the Silver Dollar Casino for a little while playing Spanish 21. For those unfamiliar with Spanish 21, it's like black jack but there are no 10's (six decks) and you can double down at any time, and you can surrender after a double down. There's also a bonus bet to "match the dealer" if either of your cards match the dealer's up card you get a bonus payout (if you bet the bonus).

Anyways the bonus bet is really a waste of money but it turned out to save my ass the entire time because I was getting absurdly torched the entire time by the dealer. I forgot how horrible black crack is. I actually won some money but when I left I felt like I had just been in a war, take prisoner, tortured for information and then betrayed my country. Yes, that's how it feels to double down against a 6, draw a 9 and then watch the dealer make a seven-card 21. But what can you expect from a place that looks like this?



Saturday night I met with my boys for a couple hours in their Soul Gorilla office space in downtown Seattle and it is extremely tempting to move back up to Seattle and work with them. They are doing what I would love to do and they are doing it successfully. It's hard not to bite on an offer to work with them.

I think I'm going to expand this website. More details to come but I'm hoping to make it more than a blog....and possibly multiple blogs. I haven't really gotten past some brainstorming but I want to make it happen. If anyone has suggestions on what they'd like to see added, I'd love to hear it.

Until next time....... peace.