After starting my new job in San Jose, CA and enduring two weeks of horrible commuting from Berkeley, I finally moved into a new place in San Jose with my new housemate, Jackie. Fortunately, I was only 20 minutes from work, but unfortunately, I was starting to realize San Jose wasn't all that great: suburbs, strip malls, blah.

Jackie's a fun-loving girl, so we decided to have a Cinco de Mayo party. A few of my friends were able to make it, and I was introduced to Jackie's friends, her family, and friends of her boyfriend Mark. They are a very interesting bunch as I realized that most of the men there had goatees and most have a love of dirtbike riding; I felt like I was back in Texas, hehe.

So the party started off well, eating, drinking, whacking a pinata. But it ended in an funny but ugly drunken display as Jackie's stepfather, brother, and Mark's friend had a Tequila drinking contest. As Mark put it best: they all lost. While Mark was helping Jackie's stepdad stagger to his car to go home, somehow, the dad's pants dropped, he fell, and was lying in his tighty-whities in the middle of the street. I bet our neighbors think we're cool. Not.