Players in the house? not really
Text Message: Folsom Street fair tomorrow. Party & BBQ @my house 2pm. Can you come? U could review my tri-tip.
Without any hesitation, I hip hopped over to Doug Herman’s house. Doug, also known as “fresh” was the man.
While working as a zombie worker in the seedy district of Tenderloin, we hacked it out together in the sales team (admissions) @ California Culinary Academy.
Doug Herman knows me. Aside from loving food and our love/hate relationship with Rachel Ray, we both had dry humor. Dry as sand paper.
I said, “Doug, I’ll bring the soy sauce and kung pao chicken to the bbq!”
During our torture in the cubicle war, Doug’s endless pranks and jokes made us realize that everyday at California Culinary Academy, we were actually living real life episodes of the Office.
Simply, he had it down. Ladies would flirt with him and he was just a rock star at helping otherwise misguided students to culinary school.
Doug Herman probably would have made it as a great writer in Hollywood, but he decided to continue on the sales dance floor.
I would still recall when our President, a short Irish lady in her 50s would invite me to hit the gong for each student application I had scored.
“Gong…Welcome emperor.” Doug and I would just send out dry jokes throughout the day.
Back to the party.
Living just one block away from the Folsom Street Fair, I decided to take a round. I was an idiot. I thought it was a food fair, similar to the Cherry Blossom festival in Japan town. Sailor moon and a pack of geeks.
umm..beef
Instead, every where I looked, I saw exposure. Naked butts, topless woman. Hot dog stands? I got a “sausage festival.”
Good grief Charlie Brown, what would my Christian parents think.
Hip hopping through a lively rendition of Sodom and Gomorrah, it was colorful to say the least.
Topless girls, seriously that should have not been pranced around.
Whips, leather, the entire spectrum.
The last time I saw so much leather was at a flea market in Hong Kong.
It was not my cup of tea, but as usual, I enjoy talking to the participants.
Back to the party..
Other characters in the party included Michael Johnson, a six foot six black guy and my former running mate at work. We started together and I always referred to us as Jackie Chan and Chris Tucker.
Coincidently, Michael Johnson loves Asian woman, just like Chris Tucker’s character in the movie Rush Hour.
Ummm…
Rounding out the show, Jonathan Silvaggio and his teddy bear self along with as usually, colorfully dressed Julie Jambretz
Oh yeah, the food.
With a crispy charcoal crust, the nutty notes from the trip tip hit the spot. The tender meat married well with a rather tart green been salad.
All in all, great colorful day just chilling with some old friends.
