After the party.....

There's two things that are an inevitability after a night of partying - drunk dialing and late night food. Sometimes I begin the night around 10pm looking forward to those 2 tacos and chicken sandwich from Jack in the Box at 2am. Hearing the words 'last call' is sometimes the sweetest words so that I can make a beeline for my truck to beat the crowds to Jack. If I'm in Campbell, you can bet I'm heading towards Taco Bravo, home of some infamous stories of mine.

I just came across this site a few months ago, that has one of the best comprehensive lists of late night dining in the Valley. I've used it mostly for late night dates, where food is imperative. Heck, not every date can be that cheap! The site is called Andreas.com. The author, I assume is his name is Andreas, seems like a pleasant guy. His mullet makes him seem cultured too. I spent a bit of time trying to decide whether the mullet helped or hurt him - you be the judge.

One unfortunate aspect of some of my evenings is drunk-dialing. It's a not so fortunate habit of mine. Sometimes they're the result of a long fruitless night at a club. Those phone calls are like validation and therapy, you start thinking, I'm going to call every girl who's ever shown interest in my life. My friend and coworker sent me this new feature for Virgin Mobile that prevents drunk-dialing. Read this article from Engadget - sounds tantalizing!

Sincerely,
Kevin Leu
The Silicon Valley Bachelor

Courting a Porn Star

Sitting next to a porn star on a flight would sound pretty darn good to most folks, but for me, I promptly fell asleep. Of course, I didn't know she was a porn star at first. In fact, I was high off a great week in Miami, had a nice tan and I was feeling good. I didn't think she was cute, much less hot, when she first made way so that I could get by. I exchanged pleasantries to be polite and dosed off for a few hours.

When I woke up, Spider-Man 3 was on, much to my jubilation. I put on my ear phones and that's when it all started. A woman walks by with her baby and the baby was really cute. She turns to me and we share a long smile. (The porn star that is, not the baby's momma). Then 3 more times during the movie she looks over at me to smile during funny moments. These aren't short glances, mind you, but long ones, like we actually know each other. They're charming glances, so I decide, what the heck - I'll talk to her after the movie's over. You know, humor her.

I decide to open with a cute line, not that I'm much into lines, but I say 'thanks for watching the movie with me, I didn't even get your name.' That's when we got into her line of work and what all she does. She asks me questions.... good sign. I go from quiet confidence to nervous school boy as I think, wow, am I really going to try and get this porn star's number?

She holds all the cards right now; I am by no means porn star material. If they reduced the duration needed from 40 minutes to say, 2 - maybe.

OK, so I've been holding out the good part. You probably want to know who it is I sat next to? She goes by the 'girl next door' or Sunny Lane. I had no idea who she was, but one of my coworkers was enthralled by this revelation the next day. I promptly did what any reasonable stalker would do and looked up every bit of information about her on the web. Of course, it was just for 'research' purposes.

Here's her website http://www.sunnylanelive.com/ and her wikipedia page. Check out this video ABC News did on her and her precarious situation with her parents acting as her managers. Sunny's a sweet girl, with a smart business acumen. Not at all what I thought a porn star would be like.....

About that number - I did get it, but I'm not nearly as revealing as some......

Sincerely,
Kevin Leu
The Silicon Valley Bachelor

'Facing' the Music in Miami

Miami has one of the most unique nightlife scenes I've experienced. The women are hot, but it's expensive - more so than New York and Las Vegas. I easily spend, on average, 16 dollars a drink. They have something I've dubbed 'Face Lines' which essentially means that you stand around a velvet rope that blocks the door and hope you get picked to get into the club. For guys, this is never a great scenario, unless of course, you're incredibly good looking like me!!!

I headed to Miami this last week for the Asian American Journalist Association (AAJA) National Convention. It's always a good time, full of great journalists from television, radio, newspaper and online media. Every night of the convention ended with some serious Miami heat - literally. It was humid and annoying as heck to try and talk your way into every club you went to. And we went to a lot.

I don't mean to brag, (ok, I probably do), but I rarely wait in line or get rejected from a club. It's not that I'm presumptuous or cocky, it's more so that I use a lot of humility when approaching bouncers or doormen. I'll flash a press pass and say, 'if it's cool, I'm a journalist from out of town, I'd love to come in and check out your club. If not, that's totally fine.' Normally that's enough. If not, I'm fine with greasing a $20 bill to get in front of the line. Although, the whole process of folding the bill into your thumb area and slyly giving the doorman a hug/handshake cracks me up. It's like 'hey buddy, long time no see! Funny how you didn't recognize me two minutes ago!'

Throughout the convention we went to some really fun places: Mansion, Shore Club, Delano Hotel, Opium, Mokai, but there was one, ONE place we couldn't get in. That dubious (or exclusive) distinction goes to Set. It probably didn't help matters that we had like 15 people with us, over half male. Still, I stood outside one section of the velvet rope for almost 45 minutes, trying everything in the book to get this idiot guy's attention, 'Cedric', who probably loves playing God for one night of the week as the 'Main Doorman'. I eventually said, 'please, just let these 3 ladies in and we'll call it even.'

No luck. The frustrated section of our group took off for what turned out to be one heck of a night. We spent some time partying with Hollywood director, Justin Lin and some of his cast members from his upcoming film, Finishing The Game. He bought two bottles of Patron and I can only imagine how much that must have cost.

All in all, avoid Miami if you don't have super chic club clothes, rico suave good looks, lots of money, or an armful of women.