Author: Huy

For those who are afraid of heights indoor rock climbing is a great way to climb without much of the risk. My friend John and I squeezed in some time today for some climbing at Planet Granite’s Sunnyvale location. Anyways, Happy Fourth of July!

Note: When climbing those high walls, you’ll need a partner to belay. For bouldering, you don’t need a belayer, but a partner is still recommended for spotting and beta-ing.

Continued from part 1

“Who was that?” Yuri asks. Before I could answer my cell phone beeped of an incoming text message, Meet us in room 2318. “That was Vitaly. We need to get dressed.” I explain. The three of us, Aziz, Yuri, and I, dress as quickly as we can. We bolt out the door leaving the room smelling like aftershave and cologne. The 23rd floor, room 18. We’re here. The door is already open and we walk inside. Vitaly and six of his friends sat around the room watching ESPN. Mike shouts, “Holy crap! Did you guys take a bath in cologne or something?!” Yuri and I glance over at heavily-cologned Aziz.

“What are we wai-“ before I could finish my sentence a room service attendent comes with a bottle of champagne and several wine glasses. We open the bottle and fill our glasses with the bubbly libation. We all cheer, “To Vitaly!!!” The bachelor party has officially begun.

‘Mini skirts and long legs’ seems to be the theme for the night. We stand in line in front of the Tangerine, a new night club inside the Treasure Island Hotel-Casino. The line quickly extends down across the casino floor. We have a great view of the eye-candy that swarm through between the slot machines that seems to be place randomly on the dark psychedelic casino carpet.

Inside, the club is small and cramped. It’s difficult pressing through the crowd of elbows and shoulders to get to the bar. “Redbull and vodka!” I shout to the bartender. Before I even got my drink one of the guys had ordered a round of tequila shots. Already buzzed from three glasses of champagne I shot down the tequila and chase it with my Redbull/vodka. As I turn around I was quickly grabbed by a random girl, and we began to dance. I hold the drink in my left hand in the air, so it wouldn’t spill as we dance. I place my right hand on the small of her back to pull her closer. The dance floor is dark, but I can see she is attractive. Her forehead glowed with sweat, and her breath smells heavily from an unknown combination of liquor. She seemed to have plenty of alcohol this evening as the lack of inhibition is prevalent. She began kissing my neck, and I feel her sweaty face against mine. With her tongue, she plays with my ear. I feel a slight euphoria and my skin is covered in goose bumps. She grabs my other ear with her hand and tilts my head to the side. Before she could kiss my lips I lean back, and with my free hand I push her away feeling her moist belly. She is standing in front of me confused. I didn’t know what to say to her, so I thought of the next best thing. I lie. “I’m sorry, I have a girlfriend.” The mysterious girl turns around and disappears into the crowd.

“I’m an idiot.” I thought to myself. I walk to the bar sipping my drink regretting my mistake. I run into the guys, and, again, we go for another round of shots. My veins are filled with alcohol. I can feel myself getting drunk. I can’t make out any of the words in any of the songs. I walk through the dance floor, and every girl looks amazing. I feel like a pinball bouncing off people as I move about. It was difficult to keep count of how many girls I danced with that night, but I somehow manage to find my way back to my hotel room. Too lethargic to take off my shoes or undress I plop onto my bed and instantly fell into comatose-like state. Later that night, I awoke from a pungent smell of stale potpourri mixed with herbs and spices. My vision was blurry but when it came to I realize Aziz has just entered the room.

[to be continued…]

The topless exotic dancer dances hypnotically to the music. Her perfect breasts sways elegantly with her torso in rhythm. Her long athletic legs glistens from the soft lights that barely lit the room, and as I sit in the plush suede chair she approaches. She places her right knee at the edge of the chair between my legs with her thigh up against my groin. She presses it against me and her fingers ran through my hair down to my ears. Her erect nipple barely but softly touches my face slid down to my lips. Suddenly, the chair begins to vibrate violently and the room echoed with a loud but familiar ding. I open my eyes and I am back in the plane and in an instant a voice fills the cabin, “This is the Captain speaking. Sorry for the turbulence, but we are approaching the Las Vegas airport, so please put on your seatbelts and your trays in their upright and locked positions.” The announcement quickly ended. Damn, it was only a dream

It’s about 10:15pm. My friends and I head towards the airport exit and as the automatic sliding door opens we are hit with a seering blast of Las Vegas summer air. It feels like standing in front of a bellowing hot furnace. “Holy shit!” my friend Aziz cries. We approach a Taxi that happens to be a Lincoln Town car. We hand the driver our bags and tell him the hotel we were staying. We hop in the backseat of the air-conditioned car with much of appreciation of cooler air. The driver threw our bags in the trunk and quickly slips into the driver seat with speed and accuracy adjusting the rear-view mirror and putting on his seatbelt at the same time. The car quickly sped out narrowly missing other taxis and pedestrians. The driver glance over his should and in a stern but informative voice he says, “One hundred and four degrees.”

As we walk inside the chilled hotel-casino the voluminous environment was filled with pings and chimes of slot machines and drops of coins falling into steel trays, which are done on purpose as a pychological effect on having you believe that these machines payout often. We checked into our rooms and plop on our queen-size beds testing for stiffness and rebound. The phone in our room mysteriously rang. “Who the hell is that?!” Yuri exclaims. I pick up the phone. “Hurry! Get dressed we’re heading to the club!” And in an instant the phone hung up with a click.

[to be continued…]

Anyone who wondered how much I ran here is an excel file that I used to keep track of my running from August 29, 2004 to March 9, 2005. This doesn’t reflect on how much I run now because I just don’t have the same amount of time anymore.

RUN LOG

The distances are measured in meters (1600m ~ 1 mile). The locations are varied from High School tracks to local races to even at home where I run on nearby trails. The workouts are varied as well. They’re ranged from runing intervals on the track or just one long run.

Some of you may asked how I knew the distance of my run for when I run on trails. The answer is simple, I carry a GPS watch that I use to keep track of my distance/speed/time. Here’s a picture.

The past few weeks have been busy, so my blog entries have been quite sparse. And it will seem to be this way for the summer. So what have I been doing? Nothing. Well, nothing exciting. I have a weird work schedule and with my free time I try to squeeze in some running, biking, and a few trips to the beach. I’ve also picked up a book, Angels and Demons. I must say that this is a great book.

Summertime means, plenty of good movies to be seen. But so far, I’ve been disappointed by the current releases. There’s one movie I can’t wait to see and hopefully it can save the day. Yup, it’s Superman Returns.

Great news, I’m heading to Las Vegas at the end of the week. I’ll try to take plenty of pictures. Hopefully, I’m sober enough to do so.