This Weekend In May

By the time Friday came around, the temperature had dropped and the wind had picked up. At four in the afternoon, I was unsuccessfully attempting to accelerate the second hand of the clock in my cubicle telekinetically. I now have a theory that coffee weakens one's ability to move objects by thought alone.

An hour or so later, I was racing out of the door to grab dinner and catch a showing of Van Helsing. I liked the premise and the actors (Jackman, Beckinsale and Wenham) the most. The film felt like a tongue-in-cheek spoof that combined elements of every monster movie ever made. It was silly and fun, but too long, nearly two-and-half hours in length.

On Saturday, I drove to Alameda and met up with a few Rice Bowl Journal folks (also known alphabetically as Arnold, Bon, Cat, Chris, Clara, Dave and Mona). We bowled, had some delicious pizza from Zachary's and then did a little karaoke. It was all worth the drive.

I don't know, perhaps it was the effects of the bottled water, but something made me feel safe enough to "sing" with a microphone to my mouth. That was a first. For the record, "Wherever You Will Go" by The Calling was my karaoke debut. The words first and debut may seem to indicate a likelihood of future adventures in public singing, but I'm not making any threats promises.

Saturday went by too quickly. I spent Sunday with my mom and the family. We had dim sum at Dynasty Chinese Seafood Restaurant and later had dinner at BJ's in San Jose. I wanted to get home early, but surrendered to a great deal of parental pressure to watch the Survivor All-Stars finale and reunion shows. It would be well after midnight before I got to bed.