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sushipan — Sat, 21 Jan 2012 11:44:26 +0000

Delicious Intestines

sushipan — Sun, 20 Nov 2011 14:38:41 +0000

Had dinner at En yakinuku today, overall pretty decent meats bit a bit pricey. Here’s a pic of a big thing of cow intestines on the grill. Definitely tasted better than it looked!

I got engaged

sushipan — Thu, 19 May 2011 08:23:22 +0000

Every now and then, something happens in my personal life that I feel the need to chuck it up here, even though this site has been a veritable ghost town in recent years. And by recent years, I mean forever. Well, something did indeed happen that’s worthy of a post, and it’s also part of the reason why I haven’t posted in so long: I got engaged.

So most of you know that already, but I haven’t had an opportunity to go into detail about how shit all went down. Even if no one reads this post, I figure it’d be good to get this down in writing anyway for years down the road when I’m super fat and wrinkled and beat down and want to recall one of the higher points of my life.

For those of you who have never met my fiance, her name is April. Here’s a picture of her:

We met a few years ago when I was just starting Republic Studios, and we became “sorta friends.” You know, the kinda where I try making moves to impress her and get her to go out with me while she tells other people “we’re sorta friends.” Last year in April (yes she was named after the month in which she was born), I crashed her birthday party and was made aware that she had recently ended her long-distance relationship. Two weeks later I gave her a bottle of cognac and we watched The Princess and the Frog and she let me hold her hand and then soon after that we started dating.

The ensuing few months were pretty great. We shared a lot of the same interests, such as drinking booze, reclining on the sofa, and throwing slices of pepperoni at each other. Sure, we had arguments, but usually because she was frustrated at my capacity to be so perfect and awesome. We took trips to Taiwan, Hangzhou, and a massive one to Europe. Below is a picture of me and her at a Mexican restaurant in Amsterdam. The look on her face was one of total awe because I had just said something intellectually devastating and totally incredible. I forgot what it was though.

We had talked intermittently about getting married and wondered aloud what our married life would be like. She would say funny things like “I would like to have a wedding, I’ve never had one before I want to know what it feels like” and I would respond by saying “Can we change the channel, I don’t feel like watching the Powderpuff girls anymore.” Generally though, we were never really thinking about geting engaged anytime soon. Life was pretty good without that hanging over our heads.

The reason this picture of beef on a Japanese yakiniku grill is here is because soon after I took this picture, I suddenly and unexpectedly decided to start putting it over our heads. A few bottles of sake into the meal, this abrupt yet welcome thought entered my head: “I want to marry this girl.” I started smiling but didn’t say anything. April asked me if I had farted, and of course I said “yes” as I didn’t want to let her in on this moment of clarity that I was enjoying. She proceeded to throw slices of beef tongue at me since we didn’t have any pepperoni.

Not only had I concluded that I was going to ask her to marry me, I had also nailed down the date of my proposal: April 2nd, the day of her birthday. I texted my pal and business partner Clint what I was planning on doing, all while April was sitting across from me without a clue what was going on in my head. Being a newlywed himself, he offered me his congrats and said if I needed any help I could go to him. I asked him for money so I could buy the ring. He stopped texting back.

I forgot to mention that when I had made my decision, it was already the tail end of February, leaving me with just slightly over a month to: A) buy an engagement ring, B) organize the joint surprise birthday/proposal party, C) get a haircut. I was pretty stressed out about the haircut, so I saved that for last and started doing online research on the ring and beginning to map out the special night in my head (and on a handful of spreadsheets). The challenge for me was, how would I put together a party that she’d find fun and memorable enough that she’d forget that I got the diamond on Taobao?

That was a joke of course, although the diamond was the first thing to stress me out. Thankfully, I have an awesome friend named Steve who was terrific enough to help me secure the diamond at a fair price, get it set, take it with him to Beijing on his business trip, and fly it down to Shanghai specifically so he could hand it to me the night of the party. And also, I can’t forget the countless amount of technical advice he gave me. Thanks to him, I’ll never confused a “cloudy girdle” with dirty undergarments ever again!

One of my good buddies proposed to his fiance last year in front of all their friends. He rented a small lounge, provided canapes and drinks, and then had her friends steer her over. As she walked in everyone yelled “Surprise!” and he got down on one knee in front of everyone. Prior to that, I had never considered making any sort of public proposal, but after seeing it all go down in that fashion I have to admit, I pretty much wanted to rip-off many aspects of his idea. But no matter what scenario I played out in my head, I could not see myself dropping to one knee in front of everyone, not because I was afraid she would say no and humiliate me, but because when I’m down on one knee everyone can see my muffin-top. Still, I did want to do something where all our friends would be able to participate in some way, so I decided to do the actual proposal in private, then bring in the mob right after to celebrate. Kind of a “have your cake and eat it” deal.

No matter how the night was executed, however, the most important thing was for April to be totally surprised that night. Therefore, it was important for me to lay the groundwork. First, I told her that I would organize her birthday party for her, including contacting all the guests, securing a location, hiring the strippers, and getting the balloons (one of those four things I did not promise to do). I had her draw up a guest list, then I took that guest list and split it into teams: her coworkers, her girlfriends, her platonic (hopefully) guy friends, and then all the friends that she met through me. I assigned a “captain” to those first three groups, and told them to start spreading the word to their team that I would be throwing a surprise birthday for April, and to clear their schedules and get their stories straight…once I figured out what that story would be. And because any leaks of information would be lethal, I told the captains of the “coworker” and the “platonic (hopefully) guy friends” teams that I was going to propose that night, but refrained from telling the captain of the “girlfriends” team. I’m not saying that those ladies can’t keep secrets or anything, but just know that those ladies can’t keep any secrets, and it was a brilliant idea to keep them in the dark. Good job, Eric.

As Steve was helping to get the ring for me back in the States, I was forming the backbone of the plan for that night. I somehow had to get her to go to the hotel suite on the night of her birthday, find the right moment to propose, and then have all of her friends there to surprise her in the immediate aftermath. I started researching venues that had a private space (proposal) and a bar/lounge space (party) that were as close to each other as possible. I ultimately decided on URBN hotel, an eco-friendly boutique hotel that had a nice roof terrace and a couple of big penthouse suites. After scoping the place out and having more than a few phone and face-to-face discussions with URBN’s events manager, I booked one of the suites and the use of the rooftop if the weather was nice, or the lounge space right across from the suite if the weather ended up being an asshole.

As all of this was going on, work was also in a heightened stage of stress. We were dealing with an ever-changing production schedule of projects, and also renovating our new office space. In fact, our official move-in day was the weekend immediately after April’s birthday. For most of March I was working a lot of hours and struggling to sleep at night. April, naturally, slept like a log, but those few weeks when I was worried about getting the diamond and finding a venue and plotting the surprise, on top of all the work stuff, was really starting to wear me out. That heightened the importance of making sure that night went smoothly and without a hitch.

As the date crept closer, April was starting to worry about the party. Were people going to show up? Would the venue be nice and comfortable for everyone? Was I ever going to stop eating ice cream even though I’m lactose intolerant? Though I tried to comfort her that everything was under control, the fact that I kept all the details from her made her even more nervous, so I decided that I at least had to tell her the venue for her party…which, of course, was NOT URBN hotel. I ended up telling her that our good friend Debbie had pulled some strings and had booked the private lounge space at a bar called The Apartment, and that we were being given discounts on the drinks and the snacks. Then, about a week before the date, I told her that our friend Sabine had booked the penthouse suite at URBN for us on the night of her birthday as a gift, and that we could use it for a pre-party or an after-party. I even had Sabine play along when April insisted on calling her to thank her.

The plan was coming together. I would tell April that before heading to the Apartment, we would take advantage of Sabine’s gift and enjoy a romantic dinner in the suite, then stay the night after the festivities came to an end. One thing remained: how would I actually pop the question? As cliche as it sounds, I could only do this once, so I had to do it right. Plus, despite the length of this blog post being evidence to the contrary, I really am not good with words when it comes to being romantic. Sure, I was good at staying stuff to make women cry, but not in a way that would work for a marriage proposal.

I ended up reaching out to the team captains once again, and gave them a list of names. I wanted her closest friends to shoot videos of themselves saying nice things about April, and then I would edit all these clips together into a montage that I would play in the hotel room after dinner as a sort of pre-surprise. My plan was to be the last clip in the montage, and when the video ended she’d look over at me, with tears in her eyes, and see me down on one knee. How could she not say YES? Man, even I get hot flashes thinking about it! I said it once already but I’ll say it again: Good job, Eric.

Anyway, this blog post is so long that by the time you finish reading this we’ll probably already be married. But basically, the night pretty much went exactly as planned. There are some very brief moments of concern, like when I picked up the ring from Steve two hours before we were supposed to be at URBN, only to go home and fine April SOUND ASLEEP and trying to beg out of going to URBN at all. Or, when the two of us were eating our romantic dinner in the hotel suite, only one of us aware that all her friends were amassing quietly in the lounge space right across the hallway (the weather decided to be an asshole), and the events manager actually called our room to tell me that some guests were early (she was apparently even more excited that I was). When I got back to the table, April asked “who was that?” and I had to tell her that the hotel staff was so diligent that they called to tell us that they ran out of french fries. Bless her non-inquisitive heart, she stopped asking questions after that. Here are a couple of pictures of us having dinner in the hotel room. Little did she know I was going to wallop her up the head with sentimentality in less than an hour!

I had gone to the suite earlier in the afternoon and put the DVD of of the montage into the DVD player, so after we finished dinner and she went to freshen up, I turned it on so she could see all her friend saying nice things about her. We watched the 5 minute video on the bed as all of our friends were waiting just a few meters away. Then I got down on one knee and showed her the ring that I had traveled thousands of miles over the Pacific ocean to get to where it was at that moment. That moment which, sadly, is kind of a visual blur for me. But I still remember the feeling of that moment, the feeling of all of it bubbling up inside me as she was kicking her legs up in the air on the bed in total shock and happiness. It was a feeling that all of this was worth it, that I had just performed the single most romantic gesture of my entire life on the girl I was going to marry, and here she was smiling and crying and about to get hammered in a few hours, and all I could think about was “Good job, Eric. Good job.”

I’ll excuse you for a second while you wipe the vomit off your keyboard.

So yeah, that’s basically it. She said yes, we hugged and I made jokes about how her fat fingers made the diamond look small, and then I took her across the hallway under the pretense that the hotel had provided us some celebratory champagne for the two of us, and when we opened the door she got her last happy shock of the night. All her friends were there, Sade’s “By Your Side” was playing on the speakers, and people were very happy for the two of us. So that’s the story. Below are three pictures from the party, which are also on my Facebook page. Now it’s time for the credits.

April’s best friend in Taiwan who organized the videos of all of her friends in Taipei – Winnie
Awesome photographer friend who sadly got mistaken by the guests as a professional and got bossed around but who really was just nice enough to help me document the night – Peijin
DJ – Jason
Team captains – Steven, Maggie, Jessie

April upon seeing all her friends in the next room

People dressed up thinking it was just a regular birthday party

We love open bars

Dancing at the Movies – Montage

sushipan — Wed, 01 Sep 2010 06:20:30 +0000

Very cool Youtube montage of dancing scenes from the movies.

A few thoughts:

Jamie Lee Curtis is criminally underrated as a dancer/sex symbol. Although, I never found her very sexy.
Julia Stiles?!
Kenny Loggins was truly the man when I was growing up. I can’t remember how many times I sat in front of my parent’s stereo system listening to the Top Gun Soundtrack
Baryshnikov is a god amongst mortals.
If wasn’t already such an incredible dancer I’d want to be a dancer.

Reunion of Fools

sushipan — Sat, 20 Feb 2010 14:05:18 +0000

From early 2004 through mid 2005, Chace and Keith were furious consumers of Shanghai’s cheap and unending decadent swill. They were, of course, stars of this blog during the early years, mainly because they were my primary accomplices in plowing through my beloved city’s heady nightlife. Then, Keith moved back to Vancouver and settled down. Although Chace and Mike and I tried to keep it going, we could never really match the tempo that we had when Keith was here. I think party it was because the city was so new to all of us; we had yet to have the smell of it really embed itself into our clothes and hair back then. Keith was Clark to Chace’s Lewis (Mike was more like Sacagawea), and we all explored ever dirty facet of Shanghai until we couldn’t breathe…and Bi Feng Tang stopped serving pineapple buns. Then Chace left last year, and it was all over. No one in my remaining circle would ever leave a club and urinate over a vomiting patron. I missed that.

So it was with great excitement (and a bit of trepidation) that I returned to San Francisco two weekends ago to celebrate our friend Steve’s wedding, an event that both Keith and Chace had committed to not only to honor the happy couple, but to bring back yesteryear. Plans were made, deals were struck, schedules were worked out. And at the end of the day, all of it was thrown out the window when the drinks appeared in front of them. I had some wedding party duties to attend to, and had to implore the darling Cathy Mar (recent returnee to the Bay Area) to host my out of town friends while I attended rehearsal dinner.

Me (at 5:30 pm): I’ll be up there as soon as I can, probably around 10 pm.
Cathy: Sure, no problem, I’ll find somewhere to take them them for dinner and we’ll meet up at a bar afterwards.
Me: Yes, don’t start drinking until I get up there.

And so it was, that at 7 pm I get the following text message from Cathy: “Your boys are so drunk.”

Of course they were. I should have known better. I scrambled out of the restaurant and took the BART up to the city knowing that in short order, glasses would be shattered against the San Francisco pavement, undershirts would be ripped off and thrown at pedestrians, and worst of all, I would not be there to witness it. I had to see the old magic, I just had to be there.

And when I did see them again, trudging up the slick and rainy slopes of SF toward Chinatown, of all places, for a drunken midnight snack, my heart was briefly at home again. Although both of them are now engaged to separate human beings, wonderful women nonetheless incapable of appreciating the sheer pathos of Chace and Keith’s separation, their reunion forged something breathlessly magical. See for yourselves, their path to regal glory:

A break from a busy trip

sushipan — Tue, 09 Feb 2010 23:36:48 +0000

I’m sitting at a pho restaurant in LA’s koreatown (where are LA office is), between meetings. It’s a rainy afternoon, quite unpleasant, but it still feels good to be back in a place where so many Asian people are smoking and talking in non-English.

Mid Travels

sushipan — Thu, 04 Feb 2010 06:03:36 +0000

One day, when I’ve saved up enough money to take my first overseas vacation in over 2 and a half years, the first place I’m going to go to is Japan. Many of my friends can’t believe I’ve never been there before, given its proximity to Shanghai and the fact that it’s a global hotbed for so many different important things in my life: music, cuisine, art, Catholic schoolgirl uniforms. And yes, I have never been.

Well, that’s not exactly true. There are these “mid travels” like the one I’m on now, sitting at Narita International Airport waiting to board my flight to San Francisco. Sitting here at Gate 14, Terminal 1, I feel that Japan is a lot like Shanghai. Well, at least it’s a lot like Pudong International Airport. I mean c’mon, the airport workers here should be wearing schoolgirl uniforms, at least.

Ok boarding now, 11 more hours before I can sink my teeth into an authentic Cali burrito.