Also, if you ever get the chance to see Bobby McFerrin in concert, doooooooooo ittttttttt! He was awesome. And I say that not only because he's the only concert I've had the opportunity to see since the Red Hot Chili Peppers in August.

We'd go see freaking Lady Gaga but bitch so popular she sold out in a couple hours. Freaking lack of good concerts in Asia. Let me tell you.

But anyway. A lovely evening out had by all in Macau tonight. And the only people we saw were three of the good ones. We had a pre - dinner drink, dinner, concert, and post concert drink (x 3) and only saw three people from work. And they were all people we enjoy spending time with.

Congrats to the girls involved for a lovely evening with LOW drama and high drinking/fun content! I love you all and I am stoked about our evening!

Tuesday is the new Saturday.

Get on board people. You heard it here first. Tuesday is the new Saturday.

But first, Monday.

I set our microwave on fire Monday night. Completely unintentionally. The moral of this story (because there always is one...) always read all of the directions first before commencing the recipe. Because generally there are key words you might miss otherwise. For example: Cook for eight minutes on high. Some microwaves cook at different temperatures, so be sure to monitor your potato chips. ~ When they say this, they mean it. I didn't and it so did. I set our microwave on fire. And Erin and I reacted about the same, which was to hope that the fire would go out on its own.

It didn't.

So we put it out.

So we had ceviche, Ruffles with Ridges, and sangria. Whilst watching Weeds for our Monday night extravaganza. I'm now taking applications to be my Monday night buddy for a short period of time between Erin's exit and mine. Little effort involved. Must like: cooking, baking, wine, Fleetwood Mac, being a hermit, beer, libations, fresh food, our bodega across the street, The Porch, sleeping, genuine people, and vacations. If interested, apply within. Much pressure, big shoes to fill.

Must also keep calm under pressure and have extreme anti-social tendencies when appropriate.

So out of the three recipes attempted on Monday night (the new Friday), two were an unabashed success. Ceviche and sangria were amazing. The potato chips were awesome when baked - regular AND purple yams! But the microwave potato crisps remain on hold.

Setting my microwave on fire once in one week is enough for now.

Fleetwood Mac said it best: Never break the chains.

Sometimes life starts spinning out of control and instead of grabbing onto it, we kick that proverbial ball and it just spins away, forgetting that we're supposed to be on board.

I think somewhere in this past week/weekend of mine, my ball starting rolling and ran away without me. I kicked that kinetic ball of life and it said "thanks for breaking the chains" and escaped as quickly as it could. I'm left holding the remains of those chains and wondering why I kicked it, what prompted me to kick it, and what I might be able to do to get it back.

I'm a control freak, Type-A personality through and through. When I start to feel out of control, I bake or throw myself into work with a reckless abandon. I baked a lot this weekend and today at work, I want time to pass as quickly as possible so I can go home and maybe take a sleeping pill to forget everything for 9 hours or so until I wake up tomorrow, and so on and so forth until my life gets tired of rolling and we find each other again.

I don't think I expect too much from life, but I do wish it would give me a little bit better of a chance. Or maybe I should say, I wish it would let me give myself a little bit of a chance because quite often when I get a glimmer of something good and hopeful, I manage to snuff it out post haste. What is it about basic human instinct that disallows us from just letting ourselves be happy and relinquishing control of those things we can't really manipulate to begin with?

I need a beach in my future. Stat.