Welcome to my crib.

I don't have many followers so I'm sure those of you who do read this thing already know of Mr. C. If not, well head on over. Never a dull time over at his place.

In this post I'm going to give you a preview of what to expect if you were to spend an evening... or maybe even the whole night... at my place. However, since I just moved back home with my momma, I'm going to write this post as if I still had my place back in Los Angeles.

Side note: My set up here at home (SJ home) is extremely ghetto. I'm sleeping in the living room. I have my own half-bathroom. I share closet space with my little sister and I have some stuff stored in my mom's closet. It's a temp. Once I save up enough for a car, I will be looking for my own place that's closer to work. The ~60 mile commute on a form of public transportation that's threatening to go on strike is going to suck.

At the same time I will be answering these following questions:

1. What books are on you favorite shelf?
2. What DVD's are on you favorite shelf?
3. What are your TWO favorite cookbooks.
4. Select 1-3 recipes you will cook for your special guest.
5. What will we be drinking that is available?

When you walk in, you'll notice a shit load of shoes by the door. Most of them are mine. Do not step on any that are a size 7. Anything bigger than a 7 belongs to one of my roommates. Feel free to step all over those. You can keep your shoes on or not. I'm Asian and any house I walk into, my first instinct is to take off my shoes.

The one thing most people notice first in the apartment is my surfboard. Chelmom has brought over some guy friends and practically all of them have asked about the surfboard when they come over for the first time. It's a great ice breaker when meeting her friends.

1.) On my section of the book case, you will see a random mix of books.

There are some textbooks from my favorite classes (all of my core physio classes, some psych classes, biochemistry.) Some books from my favorite elective classes (mostly about witches and demonic possessions.) There's a Sextrology book; fun for drunken nights and reading about potential hook-ups (my roommates matched up my sign with that of the male roommate. It was awkward. The book said we would have wild hot sex.) There are a couple of French language books. Some writing books. A book about sneakers, of course. There should be a couple of surfing magazines in there somewhere and some novels I've read in school that I felt were worth keeping, eg Their Eyes Were Watching God, Clotel, Xala, and Uncle Tom's Children.

2.) DVDs... no pictures for this one. My collection would be despicable. For movie entertainment I usually just rummage through Lion and Pen's stash. Since I've moved back, we've watched a handful of DVDs including:

- Planet Terror
- Death Proof
- Saving Face
- Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist
- Hitman
- Ratatouille
- Push

3.) This is lame... but I don't own any cook books. I usually look up recipes online or ask my momma or just make something up with whatever I have lying around the kitchen. If I did own a recipe book, there's a good chance it would be a book on desserts.

4.) FOOD! I'd be serving you this stuff:

#1: Vietnamese spring rolls. I'd call up my momma to make sure I make the sauces right. We'd sit on the floor and do it Asian style. There would be a variety of steamed meat and fresh veggies. Roll 'em yourself and enjoy.

#2: Street style tacos with home made salsa. Carne asada tacos. Yum. Or chicken, if that's your flavor. Lots of salsa and hot sauce will be provided. I like it spicy.

#3: Spicy mango salad. Something light and fruity.

5.) Drinks. There would be at least a bottle of plum wine and Stella Rosa. There would be beer, probably a couple of bottles of Kirin or maybe Stella or Blue Moon. If I'm serving tacos, for sure there will be some Coronas in the fridge. I always keep a bottle of vodka in the freezer. Right now at my mom's place I have a bottle of Absolut Peach. I'm not a very fancy girl. I don't know too much about wine. If Chelmom is over, we'd be drinking whatever she has.

If the food and drinks suck, we can always head out into Westwood. Buck Fifty has some bomb tacos for $1.50. Yamato's got great shashimi salad. The Stand has good hot dogs and a cute guy that works there. Yogurtland just opened up and we could head over there for dessert. Palomino's is always great for late night happy hour. If all evening plans fail, we could go get stoned at the beach and head on over to Bossa Nova's.

If you get drunk/stoned/fatigued and need to sleep over, there would be at least one air mattress available. I'll set it up and whoever gets to it first can sleep on it. You're all free to crash in the living room. I'll bring down the extra pillows and blankets... just don't sleep or slobber over my shoes or break my surfboard. I will hurt you. During the evening, you're free to smoke on the balcony. There's a hammock out there for people to sit, socialize, inhale intoxicating fumes... (joking. Nothing against smokers. I'll have a hit every once in a while.) There's Creepy Neighbor, whose balcony faces our place... Ignore him. We always see him, but rarely see his kid or wife. Strange.

That's it. I hope you've enjoyed your stay. Thanks for not puking and if you did thanks for doing it in the neighbor's swimming pool. We asked Creepy Neighbor if he would let us swim in his pool and he basically said no. Jerk.