Blame it on the Ba - Ba - Ba - Ballet!

Quick note. My friend here in S.F., Melissa, has season tickets to the San Francisco Ballet. I expressed some interest, so she let me come along about two weeks ago. TO ANYONE, I MEAN ANYONE THAT COMES TO VISIT, TRY TO SEE THE BALLET WHILE YOU ARE HERE! I know caps are not usually the way you express your feelings about the ballet, but it was really awesome. I think you can get tickets for about $15 for some shows up in the balcony (which is where I sat and it was not bad). I was just amazed at how great it was live. I literally thought in my head, "hmm, ballet would be a fun way to get in shape, I wonder where I could do that at?" That was how cool it was, how often do you see something (especially something like the ballet), and think, man, I want to do that? Not very often, and probably me more than other people, so I guess that is not a very good point. Anyway, I digress. I had studied a few things about ballet in my humanities classes, but this was way better than I expected. Plus, the building they perform in here in S.F. is just incredible. So think about it, and if you want to look at shows and prices check here. Call, text, or email, you know how to schedule a visit at the chateau de Hacksaw.

I just want to blog about something

I think it is about time I wrote a farewell post to my good friend Steve Park, who moved back to Korea a couple of months ago. I should have written it earlier but I didn't. It might have been because every time I tried my vision got real blurry and then water started falling on my keyboard, or it could have been because I'm lazy. On second thought, it is not my fault. It just isn't.
As a final post to Steve, who was my roommate for a year and a half and who I got to be really good friends with, I thought I should tell you one thing that I think of when I think of Steve. How much that boy could eat. Dang. Before he left we went to In n' Out to get a burger with six patties on it so Steve could try it. They do not sell a burger with six patties, so I fought them, with my words. After losing, I decided to buy one with four patties and one with two patties and combine them. So we did. Behold the behemoth.
This picture does not really do it justice, it was really disgusting. Steve took one look at that sucker and ate it. No problem. Said he was "still hungry." He then proceeded to eat the leftover buns and lettuce from the Franken-burger we had assembled. I told you, the boy can really eat. It was really fun to live with Steve for a while though, and I wish him the best in Korea and eventually Australia. Don't be a stranger buddy.
This is how I will always remember Steve in my heart.