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Bip Shady. And welcome to the Bip Report.
"Reactions"
Okay, I got something like 35 E-mails from everyone. This was quite a decent number indeed, and I am very happy. Thank you everyone who wrote, with bonus points to Iso and Mitch who signed my guestbook. Now I will begin the lengthy process of responding to all of the people who replied.
"This Weekend"
Well for those of you who get the Bench Ohana, this report will be much like Scott's section, since for like the 5th weekend in a row, I was cruising with Scott. This time, the venue was UOP.
"A $6 Pizza"
I arrived at Davis around 5:00 due to slow ass shuttle coming up from Berkeley. Scott met me at the bus stop. Scott was choke proud of himself that he was playing his uke on the grass while waiting. "Everyone that passed by looked at me," he said proudly. I didn't care too much. Scott continued, saying that he may own one of 20 ukes in all of Davis. Still, I didn't care too much. But Scott did, and he was liking his ukulele man attention.
Anyway, we headed over to the Amtrak station. Scott decided that we should eat on the way there, since the Amtrak left at 5:45, and it would take us 10 minutes to get there. This made good sense, and I didn't know what we were doing, so off we went. I didn't know where to eat. Scott sugested Subway, Bentos, or pizza. I looked at the bento price, and I said, "Whoa. Too rich for my blood." So Scott said to try Woodstock pizza. I agreed.
"Bip's Sidenote"
Why are all these little pizza places all hippie style? Woodstock, Blondies, etc. Just wondering.
"Back to the Story"
I spent a good 10 minutes trying to figure out how to order a pizza. It just didn't make sense to me, and Scott was getting pissed that I was taking so long. "Bip. Hurry up, man. Just order something."
Me- Hmmm. How do I order? What kinds do they have?
Scott- Bip. They are all right there. Don't you see the menu?
Me- Hmmm. I don't understand this "menu." Where are the prices? What am I getting here?
Eventually, Scott decided he would just go pick up our tickets, and come back when I was done. But he did tell me how to order, and at long last, I figured it out. Put crap. Scott told me it would be cheap. But it ended up costing me $6. This is why I wanted to know the prices and crap! I couldn't figure that thing out, and when I finally ordered, it ended up $6! $6!!!! Pizzas at the airport cost less than that. It was a little personal pan 8 inch pizza too. 1 slice of Boston's is bigger. And cheaper. But we had to go, so I grabbed my pizza, and we went to Amtrak.
"Amtrak"
We expected a train, we got a bus. Whatever, we make do with what we have. At first, we couldn't even figure out which bus it was. The damn thing doesn't have any signs or anything. No "This is the bus to Stockton." Nothing. But the bus was equipped with TVs and a bathroom. I was impressed. We ended up going through Sacramento. And then to Stockton, the ghetto of the universe.
"Picked Up"
We were picked up and housed by Kelsy Yamane and Kris Kawamoto. On the way to UOP, we saw things such as groups of black guys sitting on the chairs on the sidewalk at 10PM. What the hell is that? There was much ghettoness around. Scott was shocked out of his mind, and Kris and Kelsy were complaining all the way about the ghetto quality.
"My Sister"
My sister appeared, and showed up at Kelsy's room. Kelsy and Kris were much entertained about how me and my sister talk to each other. "Jennifer." "Daniel." They loved it. After much cruising and talking, but mostly waiting for Tim to call from Red Lobster, me and my sister went to go get Tim. We came back, and my sister went home.
"Party"
Then we went to a something Delta Xi frat party. My sister said, "That's a pre-pharmacy frat. They're all the smart kids." Tim's girlfriend, Cat, had a good laugh about the fact that it is a pharmacy frat. But nonetheless, everybody, minus my sister, and plus some enormous posse, headed over to what was supposed to be a "Reggae Night."
But it wasn't really reggae night. They had some bamboo poles outside, and that was the "reggae" decoration. I saw one of the checkin girls had a modhead colored black, but it was on the ground. That was pretty much it for sad ass reggae.
At the party, we saw Tyler Nagata and Nick Shikuma. This was a pleasant sight. I talked with Tyler a little bit at various times throughout the night. This was maybe the highlight of the party. Seeing Tyler and Nick.
The dancing inside was kinda crappy. I was almost knocked out by the stupid stobe lights. Damn, I hate strobe lights. They are the bane of all lights. But whatever. I did get to do a little bit of Outkast, so that was okay. They owned one Bob Marley CD, which they played at the end of the night. It was sad. We decided that there was no reason to label this a reggae party, if there was no reggae. I'm not a big reggae fan, but I agree that it is stupid to play hip-hop at a supposed reggae party.
Later on, we went to Kris and Kelsy's, and we sat around and talked story, and drank. Tim loves Corona's, so there were many Coronas. At the actual party, Scott made try the various types of beer. So I took a sip of Miller Lite and Red Dog. I hate them both. Again I say it, I hate beer. I did find some dubious looking wine at the frat, and I had a cup of that. And at Kris and Kelsy's, I had some Tequila Rose, which tastes like burny strawberry milk. Strawberry milk I can handle. But towards the end of the night, I was ready for bed, but apparently no one else was. My logic is that we came to watch wrestling, and damned if I'm going to be tired for it. I wanted to sleep. So I went to another room and slept, while the rest of them partied to who knows when.
"Wrestling"
Okay, I will make a separate Wrestling Special Edition for this, because damn. It needs it's own special edition.
"DC Food"
On thing UOP is good at, is food. Breakfast was awesome. They have frickin omelets. Omelets!!!!!! And they have kiwis!!!! KIWIS!!!! I am not sure whether UOP breakfast is better than Davis, but I think it just might me. Plus there is an In-n-Out in UOP and Shomi's Japanese restaurant. Decent food going on in UOP.
"Party Again"
Tim, Cat, and Scott decided to stay another night in UOP. So they stayed and they partied another night, and again, Bip went to sleep early. Only to be woken up hours later, by buzzing Tim yelling," Bippy!!! Bippy!!! Bippy!!!" and then dislocating his shoulder in an Abe fashion. Scott was getting all beligerent, and he wanted to wrestle me. Scott man. I was asleep. I can't wrestle you when I'm asleep, you fool. I remember one tournament at Kamehameha. I actually fell asleep, and someone had to wake me up, cause they called my name. I was like, "What? Huh?" And the person that woke me up was like, "Bip, I think they called your name." So I groggily went out to the mat, and proceeded to lose to Somthing Silva from Kam, because I was half asleep on the mat. The funny thing is after the match, Oney was like, "Bip, what's wrong? You looked like you were asleep out there." Oney could not have been more right. Good eye, Coach.
Anyway, I was doing just fine sleeping, but then they opened up the window, for some unknown reason, and I got destroyed by the cold air. Throughout the night, that s--- worked me. I woke up at 7, and I couldn't take it any more. I went outside to the heater in the hall, and parked myself in front of it. I put my clothes on the heater, and changed into the warm clothes, and I felt better. But damn, it was a rough night.
That's the end of my story. I got back here at 12:30, and went to Luau practice at 1:30. Mike Yang taught us some more Mike Yang dance, and we learned some Samoan Slap Dance. Again, Mun is the one! He was going crazy with the slap dance. Scott Hirokane and Michelle Cheng (Kyle's sis), got a good laugh at all of us.
Okay, that's all for today. So until next time, diamonds are forever, and in keeping with my agreement to Nolan, so is Nolan Hong.
BIP