Entries Tagged as 'victory restaurant'

Fedex Delivery Guy Rant, And Foreigner At the Alhambra Summer Jubilee

Quick-hitters:

- Man-Ram: 2 for 4, HR, 2 RBI, 2 R, .500 batting average since the trade.

I’m just sayin’ :P

By the way, what is it going to take for Joe Torre to realize that Ramirez-Kemp-Ethier MUST be his outfield against any RHP??? Does Torre have something against Ethier?

And does anyone want Andruw Jones? We’ll take a bag of sunflower seeds for him!

- (Un?)fortunately, it appears that Sprint has fixed my billing issues from yesterday, and I only owe the correct amount of $31.77.

Drat. I really wanted to yell at them too!

- Current rebate-o-meter: $1,300 and still falling.

Big-box-in-living-room-o-meter: nine and rising :P

- Dear Fedex delivery guy,

2 <– This is a TWO.

3 <– This is a THREE.

1 0 2 <– This says “ONE ZERO TWO,” as in “Unit 102.”

1 0 3 <– This says “ONE ZERO THREE,” as in “Unit 103.”

If a package is addressed to “Unit 102,” you should probably leave said package in front of the door labeled “102.”  You probably should not leave said package in front of the door labeled “103,” and you definitely should not stack three huge, heavy boxes in front of the door labeled “103.”  What if my neighbor couldn’t move the boxes, and, therefore, could not get into his house?

(And you most definitely should not do this on consecutive days.)

I’m thinking about asking my neighbor if I could stick a sign on his door with a huge arrow on it and the words “ONE ZERO TWO is over there!”

- As soon as I found out that Foreigner was headlining the August 2nd edition of this year’s Alhambra Summer Jubilee, I circled this date on my calendar.  That was several months ago.

We swung by Victory Restaurant for lunner—a late lunch/early dinner—and had the grilled garlic with chicken.  In other words, it was a grilled piece of chicken with a crapola of chopped fried garlic on top.  Good stuff, though it was a shame that we couldn’t get there in time for the lunch specials.

We got to the Jubilee at around 5PM, and apparently they now require you to get wristbands before you could sit in the bleachers.  These wristbands had section, row, and seat #s on them; I don’t recall getting assigned seating at last year’s Jubilee.  After we got our wristbands, we strolled onto Main Street where we listened to this “band” butcher GnR’s “Sweet Child of Mine” for 30 seconds, or 29 seconds too long.

After that horrific experience, we went east of Garfield to a drink shop (I forget the name), where I had a Green Apple Green Tea.  At least, that’s what they said the drink was; it tasted like slightly watered-down Apple Pucker.  It was ridiculously sweet!  I felt like I was eating one of those green apple lollipops.

From 6-7 and 7:30-8:30, we were entertained by 80z All Stars.  They weren’t terrible, but I couldn’t really get into the music, as I was anxiously awaiting for Foreigner.  Finally, at around 8:45 (fifteen minutes later than scheduled), Foreigner finally came on stage, starting off the night with Double Vision.

When the second song came around—I believe it was Head Games—some guy who sat directly to our left returned to his seat, and proceeded to royally piss me off.  He got to his seat, but instead of sitting down, he started singing and gesturing to the band!

Picture this:  Head (gesture) games (gesture)…It’s you (gesture) and me (gesture) baby (gesture)…Head (gesture) games (gesture)…and I can’t (gesture) take it (gesture) anymore (gesture)…

(EDIT:  After a bit of deliberation, this douchebag’s act reminded me of this.  Go to 1:07 in the video, and focus on the guy in green.  Note the gestures, and then realize that the douchebag sitting next to us gestured at Foreigner

Not much later, the guy left again, and thank goodness that he never returned.

As for the rest of the concert (Note:  I’m recapping this off the top of my head; if I made a mistake somewhere, please let me know):

1) The first half of Waiting For a Girl Like You, sans strings, was incredible, as well as their new “remix” of Say You Will.  I especially loved the latter.

2) Urgent got the biggest screams of the night…at least by the individuals near me (and my ears have yet to recover from all that screaming).  Jukebox Hero was S T R E T C H E D out to nearly fifteen minutes, mostly of crowd interaction, and they could have ended the show right there without anyone being disappointed.

Fortunately…

3) After Long, Long Way From Home (a song I’ve heard once or twice before), Foreigner played an amazing rendition of I Want to Know What Love Is, and they could have ended the show after that song.

4) Then again, what better way to end a concert on what started as a hot summer evening than with Hot Blooded?  Right?

Awesome concert overall, and the fact that it was free doesn’t hurt.  And thank goodness that the Lou Gramm Jr. left us after only a few seconds of torture.

A Beach Story: Shells In The Water, Karmic Powers, And Dinner At Victory Restaurant

In my last blog entry (posted all of a few minutes ago :P), I said:

Next time: part two of the fun phone call, some thoughts on Michael Vick’s situation, and whatever else I can think of. Happy blogging!

As usual, that’s not happening.

Quick-hitters:

- I’m an idiot.

- My RAM (~$20 Micron/HP PC2-5300 DDR2), CPU (Athlon X2 4000+ Brisbane @ 2.1GHz), and PCI Controller Card (some Syba card) are all here! As soon as I get home, I will commence the new build! I’m so excited!

(Yes, call me a geek. I don’t care!)

- It is so hot here in MPK that I have a one-gallon bottle of ice, with a bit of water in it. Yes, normally, people drink out of a huge bottle of water, with some ice, but I decided to go in reverse. I love automatic ice makers.

- Trader Joe’s is absolutely evil. My sister found these Cinnamon Almonds, and we nearly downed the entire bag in about 20 minutes. Damn you Trader Joe’s *shakes fist*. Of course, we also got banana chips, those addictive veggie chips, and some pita chips. No, we did not finish that stuff yet; in fact, we haven’t touched the pita and banana chips.

- Fun fact: my sister was born the same year Elvis Presley died. I was born the same year the Compact Disc was born. Just sayin’.

- So we hit up the beach today, leaving my parents’ house at about 1:30, and not getting until around 3 (no thanks to the Trader Joe’s detour). The water was great (save for the tons of broken seashells that kept washing ashore), and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. For a day this warm (high 70s/low 80s at around 2pm), I was surprised to see so few people there.

(BTW, the next part might be rated PG-13 or worse. You have been warned.)

By the way, I made mention about my sister’s karmic powers in a previous blog entry. While wading in the water, I cracked a joke about her, and quickly started backpedaling…right into a huge wave that nearly knocked me down. A few minutes later, I mentioned a comic strip that Krunk sent me, supposedly depicting my feelings about the beach. Not to be outdone, I then cracked a joke about him–sort of a retaliation, if you will–and then turned around…right into a wave that crashed into me. It didn’t knock me down, but it hit me square…um…down there. I was bent over for a good minute or so.

Great…I must now fear the Krunk karmic powers too.

- After the beach trip, we stopped by Starbucks–I had to get an Arnold Palmer–and then we went to Victory Restaurant for dinner.

(Tangent: I could probably down five venti Arnold Palmers, a.k.a. Shaken Black Tea Lemonades, in one sitting too.)

Man…what the heck happened to this place? They gave us a single salad, to split among three people. I didn’t get any corn, and my sister didn’t get any veggies with her meal at all! And it took them about 15 minutes just to bring us our water! Well, at least the food was good, as usual: chicken steak with butter and a TON of garlic, chicken steak with black pepper sauce, and a half Cornish game hen. Oh, and their red rice…I don’t know how they make it, but that stuff is awesomely good.

- For my dad’s 70th birthday, we’re cooking a pot roast!

(I would have preferred a roast chicken, but that will do.)

Potatoes, carrots, and celery, oh my! I can’t wait!

More details tomorrow. I’m sleepy.