this sums up the last few days, starting from thursday night. dave and buster’s, rose’s house, dna lounge, leguna seca, and at home with airborne and comtrex pills.

pictures from left to right, top to bottom:
1. i first notice rose has boobs - she says ‘I DO HAVE BOOBS!’
2. i have bigger boobs
3. momo smells
4. very drunk rose
5. dna w/liann
6. sunny looking funny
7. thay doing bad things
8. noble m400 that i lusted after at leguna seca
9. my tuesday night

these pictures document the past two days. you figure it out…

…and this is why i usually refuse to shop for women’s clothing.

aristOkrat: i’m going up there saturday…if they have a shirt i’ll pick it up for you
aristOkrat: but what do you wear? S M?
Jean: really goddamn
Jean: S
Jean: omg u think im a medium??
aristOkrat: lhey!
aristOkrat: i was never good at buying clothes for girls
aristOkrat: always buy them a size smaller
Jean: im not thattt big
Jean: am i
Jean: how sad

for those that don’t know, Jean’s the current aristokrat couture cover girl

This pains me to write, however this is what happened. On Friday night we made the trek out to my folk’s second home in North Stockton (it’s central to tahoe, yosmite, and other locations…but no one lives there), assuming we were going to see Kirkwood saturday morning. Wrong. Due to the storm a avalanche covered HWY88 so we had to turn back, making the best out of things we checked out some local attractions. One was Black Chasm in Volcano, Ca, if you wanted the Matrix Trilogy the chamber room scenes were shot here. The tickets to the tour was $12 and lasts about 45 minutes. Pretty awesome if you’ve never been in a cave, the staff was also friendly and professional. I am forced to mention that they returned a $100 bill that I dropped earlier, for this I am thankful. We later went grocery shopping and watched about 5 movies, digging through my parent’s dvd as well as the two I brought. Walked the neighborhood talked about architecture, sales and marketing techniques, future career/goal planning, relationships, etc all over a juicy rib eye and bottle of merlot. Sunday morning comes and we’re eager to get on snowboards, due to a traffic accident 5 miles in front of Kirkwood on HWY88 we were delayed for almost 2 hours! This got to me, and when we finally arrived at Kirkwood it was PACKED, cops were outside telling people that capacity has been reached and Kirkwood cannot support any more visitors. We decided to continue up HWY88 and onto 50 to just ride Sierra or Heavenly. 30 mles later we see ‘Sierra Parking Full.’ GREAT! i think, so we turned right and headed to Heavenly, it was now about 3pm and Sunny did not want to pay $55 for a couple hours of snowboarding, since he drove I am in no position to argue. We catch lunch, reflect, then start the drive back. So 14 hours of driving, we ended up nearly out of gas a couple times and the cables scratched, and pulled paint off Sunny’s fender…so a trip to Paul’s shop is in order.

I was literally that fat kid in the sweet shoppe, in awe and drooling over sour patch kids, chocolate covered gummi bears, salt water taffy, etc then told that I could not have anything. I have never seen tahoe with such great conditions. Fresh powder with sunny, clear, calm weather. I would of given my left nut to ride Kirkwood in those conditions, it would of been the mecca of tahoe if there was such a thing. Yet I was denied the oppertunity, for whatever reason. Who knows if we did go up I could of fallen into a powder pit, Sunny might of thrown his back out and wrap around a tree, it just wasn’t our draw. Fate had it in for us that day, and if this did not sound horrific eneough road conditions only added salt to the wound. Sunny never driven in snow/ice before and with his superman complex was headed for trouble.

On the main road in tahoe (you know the ones lined with harrah’s, cesar’s palace, heavenly village, etc) he loses control and the car does almost a 120 degree jacknife. there was no damage, and we were able to recover pretty fast. the cars stayed behind us after that. I myself had my own mishap driving back, the tires and brakes locked but the car kept moving. Realizing I was in trouble and this was not my car I ended up steering toward the curb and with luck the car stopped right before avoiding the truck in front. We got chains then realized that ’sports cars’ of any breed should be left at home and not counted on for Tahoe duty.

Conclusion:

It’s been a expensive, and some what disenchanting trip, but we both came back with smiles. Who else could of done that? I’m looking forward to the next tahoe trip…which should be just a week or two away. All wheel drive will be a requirement this time. I learned that side trips can add to the main trip, I’ve always drove past the town of Volcano in the past, but will make more of an effort from now on. Steak and red wine is also great. We learned that jungle is probably the only type of music/electronica that can go with the sound of tire cables on icy roads, it just mixes into the beats. Redbull and Grandma’s cookies are road trip saviors, and gas at Cook Station was $3.67 for 87 octane. Tire chains require tighteners, otherwise you end up with damaged panels, yaddy yadda yadda…

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-wallace

I arrived at LAX a brief moment after 5:30pm, Brooks and Cara were already outside so we wasted no time getting onto dinner. The reservation we had at Morels was at 6pm, our mission was to drop Cara off with friends while we have a guys night out before the big game. Brooks mistakenly grabbed the wrong set of directions and we ended up over 40 minutes out of the way at the bus stop to Pasadena, I guess he was a little too anxious and sub-consciously wanted to go to the Rose Bowl already. Anyways in the top left photo you can see him on the phone with Gary, we are still at the bus station and when Gary hears this “Oh Shit!” rang like a gunshot through the cabin. Cara and I laugh and scoff at this, after we figure out where we’re going we end up at Morel’s over an hour late. Gary, Michael, Nirad and Brendon are already out on the patio waiting for us. Gary the only person with a winery at the table brought out two of his wines; a Zin with 17% alc, and a Shriaz. Both of which I am happy to report were fantastic. Michael brought with him a delicious Pinot Blanc. Cara and I were intrigued with the finishing salts, I wish more steak houses up north would offer salts… yummy. The second and third pics in clockwise rotation is of Cara and Brooks in front of the Morels cabana, and myself with the famouse Nirad. Note the stetson and the hook’em horns. Nirad went to USC, he wasn’t amused.

The next day was interesting, Gary lives in Beverly Hills and I have never stayed there before. The zist of things is I had a hand in helping him and his family find this house, it worked out perfectly for him and for that I am happy for. We had breakfast at a local joint called Jinky’s then I got a tour of Beverly Hills, Bel-Aire, UCLA campus where he is a MBA grad, Rodeo Drive, Vience, Santa Monica, and a bunch of other areas. Although I frequent socal I rarely go sight seeing, this was a nice change of pace. I also saw more Quattroportes then I have in norcal period. Gary’s neighbor had one to begin with, then another one down the street, followed by at least 3 or 4 that I caught driving around. Gorgeous cars. I digress, while in Rodeo drive we notice a swarm of burnt orange. I laugh when I realized the entire boulevard is covered with Texas fans, but by the time I realized I wanted a photo the oppertunity was gone, to make up for this we caught a pack of cows crossing Wilshire and Ocean Ave in Santa Monica, which is the last photo you see.

As for the game itself, I caught an early flight back and watched it at BJ’s Brewery in Cupertino. The drama, competition, follys, highlights, etc was just amazing. One of the most entertaining, nail biting football games I’ve watched. I’m glad Texas won, I was more of a UC guy to begin with anyways and wanted UCLA to make it. USC ate them…so that’s when the TEXAS FIGHT!!! mentality came into play. Well…on to next year, let’s go Bruins!

-wallace

What happened in reality and what happened in my mind are two completely different series of events. What I thought happened would of been acceptable as a respectable night, what really happened is the type of shit your friends will never, ever let you live down.

There are many stories in this night, I will let the photos and my friends tell most of it as my memory is almost non-existent and the bit that is left has proven to be unreliable.

A few stories include:

1. ‘The Premature Champagne’ - I end up spraying Sunny and Daisy with Veuve Cliqout
2. ‘Chico Ron’ - This guy who owns a lot of RE in Chico and I become homies (I forget all this later)
3. ‘Wallace Has Groupies’ - “I say Wall, you say Ace! WALL!-ACE!, WALL!-ACE!” (maybe it was really wall-ass…but whatever)
4. ‘Buffalo at the Watering Hole’ - I get lost and end up at the bar, buffalos orders me 3 shots with my J&C back
5. ‘Making Love with Concrete’ - Just go look at the pictures. I am unable explain this.
6. ‘Wondering Hands’ - Should be infamous by now.

…there are many more, but those will have to work themselves out later.




You can see the rest of the photos on allbrand.nu I will add to this as more pictures arrive.

So…headed down to Los Angeles tomorrow, can’t wait to leave this rain behind. Hook’em Horns! (I guess…since I’m with Brooks, Cara, and those FF’s)

-wallace

Happy Two Thousand Six! Not much to report, actually not much I want to share. I woke up missing my wallet, cell phone, camera, and chrome hearts bracelet. So far I’ve found my phone and wallet which is a good thing, Daisy has my camera…or so I am told, the bracelet is missing. Other then that last night seemed awesome. Great people, food, and the ‘no last call’ bar would later become my one handicap. Pictures to come…my memory is fuxxord.

-wallace