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Tying Up Loose Ends, Fantasy Football Rants, And The Office Wedding (AWWWWWWWWWWW)

Ugh.  I’m constipated.

(TMI?)

Random thoughts from the past few weeks that never made it to a blog, not counting the one above:

- We went to the LA County Fair a second time, and this time I chose to get food from the Rib Ranch BBQ (I believe that’s what the restaurant was called).  My two sisters and I ’split’ three plates of food:  two orders of the tri tip, and one order of ribs.

I fell in love.  With my food.  I would marry it if I could.  Too far?

One of my sisters barely touched her slices of tri tip, so she made me finish practically her entire portion.  She didn’t need to ask me twice.  Later on in the night, we chased dinner with a big Mexican funnel cake.  Just imagine churro batter being used to make a funnel cake, seasoned with cinnamon and sugar.

(For those reading this that actually went to the Fair, and know which booth sold Mexican funnel cakes, no, we did not split a “Jumbo” cake.  We did, however, take pictures with one.  Yup, one group actually ordered a Jumbo laced with strawberries, whipped cream, and chocolate syrup, and some members of our party took pictures of and with the cake.)

Too bad we didn’t get a chance to go to the Fair a third time.

- In another twist to the Ryan Howard near lawsuit, which I discussed here and here, CNN reported something that I had not yet read anywhere else:

A Phillies employee, Jennifer says, told her if she handed over the ball, she could come back after the game, meet the slugger and get him to autograph it. She gave the ball up. In exchange, she got cotton candy and a soda.

If this is true, then I have no problem with a lawsuit, even if it wasn’t really about the money.  However, color me skeptical, but I highly doubt the Phillies employee really promised the girl the exact ball back.  If he did, then he’s an idiot.

Also, I can stop asking “Where were the parents?”  The girl attended the game with her grandfather, among other people.  So I’ll then ask, “Where was another adult?”

- I’m now 2-2 in both of my Fantasy leagues, after running into two more buzzsaws (122 and 100 pts from my opponents, respectively, and the team that scored 100 did so with two players on their bye week *sigh*).  On a more alarming note, however:  I cannot believe how badly I struck out on my waiver wire pickups this past week.  Check out these results (kickers excluded):

  1. Pierre Garcon (WR-Ind):  0.90 pts
  2. Kenny Britt (WR-Ten):  1.80 pts
  3. Jerome Harrison (RB-Cle):  2.10 pts

Oh by the way, Indy and Dallas are on their bye week next week.  I only have to find replacements for that Manning dude, Marion Barber, and Jason Witten.

I hate fantasy football.

- So I finally watched The Office wedding episode, and this is all I have to say.

This episode all but reaffirmed my faith in the show.

Seriously, what was not to like about the episode?  All the puking at the beginning of the episode gave me flashbacks of Eddie Izzard’s bit about the inner ear and how hearing somebody vomit causes you to do so.  I loved the Dos/Don’ts list (is it just me, or is Jim very list-centric?).  I loved everything that went on during check-ins, especially Dwight’s “test” of Michael, and who didn’t foresee Toby offering to share his room with Michael?  Also, who didn’t see Michael hooking up with Pam’s mom by the end of the episode?

I couldn’t stop laughing at Dwight badmouthing Jim to all the kids at the dinner.  Please, oh please, let this be a season-long running gag.  And don’t Oscar and Kevin make a cute couple? :P

At first, Michael’s toast, followed by his attempt at explaining that “accidents happen” really ticked me off.  That’s when I realized this was all Jim’s fault, first for inviting Michael in the first place, and then for going brain-dead by revealing Pam’s little secret.  And I must admit that I did chuckle at least once at Michael’s “accidents happen” story.

I loved Kevin losing his shoes because they were a safety issue.  I loved his Kleenex-box shoes idea a hell of a lot more.  And wasn’t Jim’s cutting of his tie the most awwwwww-inspiring moment of the entire episode?

And yes, I had to Google search the YouTube video in question.  The final dance scene where everybody danced down the aisle must have been so much fun to tape.

Two questions:

1) At what point did Michael and Jim’s brothers collaborate on the whole dance-a-thon?

2) How the hell did Jim know that he needed a “backup plan?”

Bonus question:  has anyone, in one’s life, ever stuck his/her foot in the ice machine like that?  I don’t think I can ever trust those ice machines ever again.  EDIT:  After re-watching this episode, I just caught that Kevin got six numbers…out of seven for a full phone number.  LMAO!

I don’t know how the season finale’s gonna top this episode, but I can dream, right?  As long as Michael doesn’t ruin Jim and Pam’s relationship via his own fling (?) with Pam’s mom, I’ll be happy.

The Los Angeles County Fair, And Philippe’s

I’m still feeling the effects of the food binge that occurred over Saturday and Sunday.

Allow me to recap the weekend:

- On Saturday, my sister, my aunt, my mom, and I visited the LA County Fair.  My sister wanted to ‘walk around,’ and she thought it would be nice for my mom and aunt to join her.

I went for the food.

Soon after entering the Fair at around 6pm, I immediately scouted a good BBQ place (I forget the name) to eat at.  Noting the location, we then proceeded all the way to the shopping center of the Fair.

It took me all of five minutes on our trip to find the first thing I wanted to try:  deep-fried Oreos.  Good stuff, although I think the Oreos cooled down a bit.  I was expecting the cookie itself to be spongy.  I could also have done without the chocolate syrup.  Next time, I’m going for the deep-fried Snickers.

(Totally off-topic, but I called Andre Ethier’s walk off homer…several innings ago.)

After an hour of shopping, we returned to the BBQ place, but not before my aunt blew $9 on a gigantic sausage with grilled peppers and onions, AND THEN spent another $7 on some nachos.  My sister went with a BBQ chicken plate, and I ordered a brisket place.  What I got, however, was a freaking pulled pork sandwich.

Not getting what I ordered sucked.  Being expected to eat most of the stuff ordered and then having to deal with the indigestion that was sure to come REALLY sucked.  Remembering that I had a McDonald’s iced coffee and a McDouble before we got on the freeway, only adding to my misery, REALLY SUCKED.

Did I mention that the food was damn tasty, though?

At around 8pm, my sister wanted to return to the shopping center, to ’shop for real.’ I won’t bore you with what she ended up buying, but at around 10:00, I found her purchasing…a funnel cake.  Of course.  What I didn’t expect, however, was her ordering a Pink’s chili dog with a side of kraut no more than ten minutes later!  And guess who had to help her eat both?

At this point I was thinking of returning to the shopping center to purchase a stomach pump.  I had to practically beg my sister to not purchase an ice cream cone on the way out.

- After running some errands on Sunday afternoon, including a horrible trip to Costco, we—myself, my two sisters, and my mom—were headed home for dinner.

That’s when my sister (yup, the same one) asked me, out of the blue, if I wanted to go get some Philippe’s French Dip sandwiches.  Um, yes.

We got in line at around 6pm, and despite being informed by a woman in front of us that the lines move pretty quickly, we didn’t budge for about 20 minutes.  Apparently, some lady was causing trouble for the workers there.  When Ms. Troublemaker returned later, cutting in front of my line a second time, I could hear an audible groan behind me.

We all went with beef sandwiches, with some cole slaw, mac salad, and a pickle.  Excellent stuff, and the hot mustard was awesome, so much so that we bought a jar to take home.  If Philippe’s sold their au jus by the cup, I would have bought some to take home too.

My only regret?  I didn’t put enough hot mustard on my sandwich.  I guess I was a bit gun-shy.  I won’t make that same mistake next time.

(Be on the lookout for a blog post where I describe how I had to be rushed to the hospital after nearly burning my mouth off from too much hot mustard.)

Oh yeah, I chased all of this horrible food with a two beef burrito, rice, and beans plate at Alberto’s in El Monte.  Pass the Milk of Magnesia!

Next time, stuff about Bank of America, eBay, and Fantasy Football.