Wonderful news today: my friend Manuel Patino from high school is getting married March 10, in Apaseo el Grande, Guanajuato, Mexico. Don’t yet know who he’s marrying, but he’s a guy and he just announced this today… I’m sure more details will come later.
In high school, whenever the Manny would have a few too many beverages the guys would give him trouble about his light-weight tolerance… and inevitably, he would manage to get out a few syllables… a slurred “I’m not druuunk”.
That’s just one of many stories the guys will have to share with his fiance if he ever tells us who she is .

Last night we spent the evening w/ our friends Amit and Hemi.  We had dinner and played some games (the best game of all is pictured below… Guitar Hero!).  Two quick funny stories:

1. We watched a video of our friend Surya’s audition video for the Apprentice 6.  In the video Surya mentions that his definition of success has been the same for the last 15-20 years.  So we realized that at most he is my age, 26, so his definition of success (”you can look yourself in the mirror and be proud of what you’ve done”) was formed while crapping his own pants.  Surya, love ya buddy, but you’re full of crap on that one (hey if you’re friends can’t keep your ego in check, who will?).
2. When starting up Trivial Pursuit Pop Culture Edition, Amit asked if we’d played the game before and indeed we had.  On the DVD that comes with the game, you can select from one of about 16 preset series of questions, so the DVD case gives you spaces to write down the dates of when you last played that specific series of questions.  Since we’ve only played the game twice before last night, I knew the exact date we’d played the game with Amit.  Hemi couldn’t remember playing the game, so Amit pulled out his Palm Pilot which had a record for the night we played (March 11, 2006) and said something along the lines of “Hemi was in Chicago, Amit, Andy, Sarita, Chuck, Karen, Mohit, and Manisha played the game, guys won, all had a good night, went home and watched Wedding Crashers”… well so we divide guys vs. girls last night too and when the girls won (chocolate brassier – seriously, who pulls that answer out of their butt), Hemi shouted the trash talk, “Put that in your Palm Pilot!” at the boys.

A small running joke in our circle of friends goes like so: “Are you guys going to make it past midnight tonight?”

This stems from New Year’s Eve 2004 in which Sarita and I made a beeline for the door seven minutes after the ball dropped. We’d partied a bit too hard that night and the prospect of standing in line for a cab for an hour once the bars let out was not exciting to us. Long story short, we’ve been asked since then if we turn into pumpkins after midnight…

Well the picture to the right should set aside all rumors as to our fairy-tale midnight curfew, it was taken at 2:14AM on Jan 1, 2007. As you can see we’re both still standing and have a witness to prove we did indeed make it to midnight. In fact, there were blazing riffs from Guitar Hero 2 playing in our living room until ~3:30AM; just ask Nili, I’m sure she’ll tell you how she kicked my butt.