This past weekend was excellent. I had a great time at Cigarfest 2013, I've had some drunken escapades on Saturday night, and well. It was just plain old exciting. I have no complaints really. It was just an exciting time, I loved every minute of it. I don't do this enough, and honestly, it makes me sad that I'm not doing it enough. Instead, it's work that's killing me most. However lets discuss that a little later.
So Cigarfest right? Well that day began pretty early. Brandon drove, and we started our drive up to Split Rock, PA. Now if you don't know, Split Rock is located in the Poconos, and yes, it was quite a drive. First of let's just say this, the Schuylkill sucks. Never once is there no traffic on there. Secondly, I had to look up Schuylkill to spell. I had no idea how to spell. It's insane how to spell this jib. Anyway, me and Brandon were definitely sitting in the car for a good 4 and 1/2 hours. That's okay, it was still a fun run, and it was definitely worth it.
When we get to Split Rock, I notice one thing, that fragrant, epic waft of cigar smell. That amazing, chocolately, woody, sweet and fragrant smell. It's just amazing, and if you're a cigar lover, I will tell you this right now. If you didn't make this festival, well, you honestly just missed out. It has to be one of the most amazing places on earth. I've never thought I would see so many boutique cigars in one place. However I did, and Cigarfest 2013 was well worth it. Very well worth it, from the shirt, to the draft glass, to the ash tray. It is just plain old amazing. I find it harder and harder to keep smoking cigars, but when I go to events like this. It puts a smile on my face, and I continue to enjoy a good stick. Well worth it.
Saturday marked a comeback for old school Wei. Listen folks, I wasn't planning on bringing him back, however I blame Steffie. Pushing me since it was her birthday. I don't really remember too much. However after the 3rd shot taken, it was enough to start the black out effect. Well, as we know, it has all gone by, and well. Here we are.
This is an odd idea, however I was thinking during my drunken stupor the other night, and well. I'm realizing, I have no idea what I'm doing with my life. I've hit that point...I'm at a quarter life crisis. I'm trying to stay and cling on to my youth, and I'm doing it wrong? I'm scared, but it's true. It's the way I'm thinking. What do I want? A god damn Subaru WRX STi. That's my next car. Is it smart, no. However this is what I'm doing. I'm doing this with my life...I'm fucking depressed. I guess...to be continued.
This weekend that just past, well I gotta admit. It has to be the best weekend that I've had in a very long time. I got to do everything that I always love. I got great food, great company, and great drinking. No lie, enjoyed my polish food. Quite delicious, blood sausage and tripe soup, get the hell out of here, where do you get that kind of stuff...okay yes you can get it at a lot of places but, New Wave, and Syrenka didn't play around and it was no lie.
There was something that got my juices running this weekend. Dave asked me, why don't I be a food critic. At the time, the only answer I could think of was, what right do I have to judge other people's cooking? I always believe that if I wanna judge I will, but on my own personal experience, that's why I have that food journal everyone brought me. Then Jay said, "But I wanna give my thoughts on a restaurant and make sure everyone get the best idea of a restaurant from my experience." Of course I thought that was a great way to think it. That's extremely nice of Posef, however my thought is...what if someone doesn't think my taste of food is the same as theirs. Do I have that right? No, I don't, especially if I don't like a place. Maybe it's because I was in the game for so long, maybe it's because I know that any restaurant, no matter how good or bad, no one wants their restaurant to be bashed. A lot of blood, sweat, and tears go into the biz, I got no right to review someone that has put their all into a place, or recipe. I could bash a lot of places, of eaten a lot of different foods, but no. I have no right, and that's why I'm not a food critic.
As you may or may not know, my life has been pretty hectic and stressful. I've worked over 11-12 hour days for the last 2 months, and well last week has pushed me to my limit. I'm at a point where, well fuck it. I just don't care. Whatever is going to happen, happens at this point. However I know one thing that will always calm my nerves, and I know one thing that I love doing most. I enjoy being in the kitchen, whether it's cutting, cooking, and prepping, I love it all. This weekend, I wanted to make something that I haven't made in a while, and well, beef stroganoff seemed like a great meal to make. I'm not one to toot my own horn, but I thought a pretty epic job was done with the dinner last night for the family. Three hour dish, with egg noodles and some sweet peas for a twist of taste. I thought a good job was done. Yes, a good job was done.
Well, that's my rant for tonight, there's something I've been thinking about for quite some time, however I'll discuss that tomorrow. For now, I'm going to imagine that stew of steak, creamy savory gravy, with my mirepoix of onions, carrots...and mushrooms? Yup.
I may have placed this video up before, but it's this thought. I just wanted to say how lucky the guy is whoever is engaged to Kina. Lucky bastard. Enjoy.
It was a great weekend this weekend. I can't fancy that enough. You know that thing I've been trying to do, well I did it. Well guess what, I'll tell you more about this later on, for now lets look what happen and how this weekend actually started.
Friday, so lets start on that day. I took a half day from work, and guess what, best thing ever. So anyway, it was Suzanne's birthday, so I wanted to make sure everything was welled prepared for her. Picked up her gifts, and waited for everyone to get home to head down to AC for the night. First stop Chickies and Petes for dinner. Next stop AC! So we get there of course the first thing me and Dave do, hit the tables of course. Cause well that's what you gotta do, you play to win you're down there right? Of course you do. I didn't win, so yeah, that's what happens when you go down there, however it's been forever since I've been down, and losing, well it doesn't hurt as much, so no worries. However, I got to do it all over again next week. Oh man...I can definitely win my money back next week though right? Fuck yes, of course I can.
Okay, welcome to Saturday. Oh man, what a day Saturday was, it was probably the most awesomest day ever. Started off with a nice run in the morning, watched a little anime/tv, then another walk/jog with Dave at the park. Good times, then right after, a nice game of NHL 13 at Jay's parents house we head to the mall. Picked a nice outfit for Dave's big day on Monday, and finally headed towards the Northern Liberties in Philly. So for a while I've been talking about this sweetheart of a girl at this bar called Dos Segundos. So as me, Dave, and Jay sat and had dinner at a table, I glanced across the bar and saw her. I knew she saw me, and she smiled. Do I think she remembered me? I don't know, but my heart was a flutter and it began pounding a mile a minute. It has been a while where a girl has given me this feeling. Does it sound gay? Of course it does, but when a girl breaks your heart, and you finally find someone across the room that makes you kinda melt inside, it's a little special. Anyway, there she was, and I did what I always do best...*sigh* drink.
That's right folks, good old liquid courage, because on this night, Wei was going to do what he totally didn't want to do, but needed to. Because honestly, it has been too long, and I'm pretty sure I need to get back out there. Oh, and yes, I put myself into third person, so shut up and no need to put me on blast for it, unless you want to...jerks. So after our meals, we pay the waitress and head to the bar. After talking for a bit, and my inebriation levels increasing, I finally was able to ask her name, get to know her a little, and you know the same shit I always do, which is try to be me. I don't know if it ever works or not, however I can't be anyone else but me. Well the night was coming to an end, I definitely wasn't going to leave without asking her. So, mustered up the courage, and asked her to dinner. With a sad look on her face, I knew what was going to happen next...because folks, she had a boyfriend, and I knew. Why because as Dave, Jay, and I were having dinner, I saw her talking to a guy outside of the bar. Then I saw her giving him a peck on the cheek, and what looked like a squeeze of the hand as he walked away. They had that look...the look that I want, the look that I want to have and wish I can get again. I knew right there and then, this girl was taken, and her heart belonged to someone else. I didn't have the heart to tell Jay and Dave, and guys, this is why I was so quiet, because right at that moment, as my heart was a flutter...at that same time, it broke and shattered all in one evening. However, that is life folks, and well...100% of the shots never taken, never go in. So I asked, and I found out what I already knew. Sometimes you just need to hear it first hand. I'll always have that bar that is becoming one of my favorites, and hopefully one day I'll become a regular too. On to the next one Wei, on to the next one.
So yeah, this is my life at the moment, what I want I can't have, what I can have I don't want. There's this story, a girl is speeding on the highway, and she gets pulled over. The cop says to her, "Sweetie, I've been waiting for you all day." And the girl tells the officer, "I'm so sorry officer, I've been trying to get here as quick as I can." And even though the joke/story isn't funny or anything, it does have a meaning, I don't know where this girl is suppose to be in my life, however there is one out there. And what I don't know is...she's on her way. She's trying to get here into my life, and I'll work on that soon. Some days I feel like Ted from, HIMYM. Doing my hook ups and loving the single life, but at the same time, I miss that feeling, that look, that linger. I can say it on here, cause well this is my soapbox, and I'm allowed to be a pussy/pansy. However in all honesty, I know no one wants to die alone or be single forever. I'm just keeping it real. Live, love, laugh...that's what it's all about right? Of course it is, of course it is.
Enjoy Eisley folks, it fits the theme of this blog. Oh, not my video, so don't hate, just something I found on youtube. So enjoy.
Oh hey guys, one last thing, my friend Paul is trying to get people to see his band at Souper Groove Music Festival this year. Check him out, the site is https://www.facebook.com/soupergroove. Contact Paul Galdi for more info. Should be a cool thing. ^___^
