Mom's home!

The day my mom moves to Vegas has finally arrived! After three years, my mom was able to retire and leave the Bay to live with us in Vegas. It's been a long time coming to say the least.

Our house feels much more complete considering all of the stuff that she brought here from San Francisco. I'm excited to have home-cooked meals pretty much everyday. My dad won't feel so alone anymore, and most significantly my parents are no longer separated.

Hopefully our plans here in Vegas play out like we want them to.


I was in the process of making an offer on another house and getting approved for a loan, but I ultimately had to back out of it. I personally would rather stay at our current house and try to find a way to make our mortgage more affordable. I love our house!

Moving furniture sucks. My arms are sore and I was sweating like a pig. I never want to move again!

In other news, Sid and I and a few of our close Vegas friends embarked on a SoCal trip to attend Nocturnal Festival. For the uninformed, it's a rave. The headlining DJ was no other than Ferry Corsten, although I personally was not feeling his set very much. I think my tastes for electronic music have hugely evolved since 2004, from trancey stuff to a lot more techy/electro/groovy stuff. Thankfully Rank1 was also there that night and I completely loved his set. It's an awesome feeling to be able to recognize a lot of the music he was playing (This World is Watching Me, Life Less Ordinary, And Then...) and hearing it played on a massive acoustic configuration of speakers and lights with literally thousands of people on the same wavelength as you. There's no other comparable feeling.

The day following the rave, we hit up Dave and Buster's, Victoria Gardens, Scandia, and ended the trip at Olive Garden in Victorville (i.e. middle of nowhere). Might upload some pics on Facebook sometime.

After the trip, I caught a bad cold and had to miss a couple of days of work because I felt quite smacked in the face: my sinuses were horribly congested to the point where I felt as though I was beaten in the head/face with a baseball bat a few times. A runny nose and slight cough still linger to this day, but I'm just glad the worst part of it is over. With all this hard labor with the big move though, I hope I don't relapse.