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Alice. 23. Bay Area.
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You see the guy behind me? Apparently, sometime after I threw up and died at my birthday party he tried to steal something from our fridge and hid it underneath his sweatshirt.  By the shape of the mass underneath his sweatshirt, the most reasonable guess was that he was trying to steal our Crown or Patron, right?  No.  No, he did not steal any alcohol.  This kid tried to steal our half-eaten Costco rotisserie chicken.  I miss all the good things on my birthday.  Which is probably what is supposed to happen.

You see the guy behind me? Apparently, sometime after I threw up and died at my birthday party he tried to steal something from our fridge and hid it underneath his sweatshirt.  By the shape of the mass underneath his sweatshirt, the most reasonable guess was that he was trying to steal our Crown or Patron, right?  No.  No, he did not steal any alcohol.  This kid tried to steal our half-eaten Costco rotisserie chicken.  I miss all the good things on my birthday.  Which is probably what is supposed to happen.

Freshman Year Runway Show (2006)

Freshman Year Runway Show (2006)

Spring Break Sophomore Year (So Sad)

Spring Break Sophomore Year (So Sad)

My B-Day, Soph. Year, 2007

My B-Day, Soph. Year, 2007

She Never Wears Pants

She Never Wears Pants

NYC

NYC

Boston

Boston

Um...Fierce?

Um...Fierce?

thepo:

RoRo’s Best Friends: Alice

After Jaret and I decided to be roommates for sophomore year, he took me to the 3rd Floor of Mary Mayo to meet this little Asian girl. She was sort of loud and semi-drunk the first time I met her. Timid ol’ me was not ready for the 30 Pack of Busch Light and the following 5 years.

I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t drink as much, as freely, or had as much fun if not for Alice. For a while, she was just a party goddess, appearing any and everywhere I happened to have a cupful of an alcoholic substance. I honestly don’t think we hung out sober for more than 20 minutes until Spring Break 2006, where we went shopping together while taking a break from drinking “Vernors” by the pool. But after that, things changed a little. Thursday after Thursday, aim conversation after conversation, I grew a little more fond of her. There’s no secret that in college someone can be your best friend one semester and you never see them again. I wanted her to stick around. To this day, there’s still a lot I don’t know about her. She likes to focus more of the attention on others and ensuring that we all have a good time than on herself or any problems that we might have. Despite being an oil baron’s daughter, she still shops at Forever 21 and understands the importance of money. It seems that despite the chance for an easy life she wants to actually live through the trials and tribulations that can be afforded to her.

I actually feel horrible that it’s her birthday (10 minutes left!) and I’m unable to buy her anything, and I hope one day we can have a great night, nice dinner, great friends and good alcohol without worry of money. See that? Simply good food, friends and drink. That is all that is required of her. Though there is a complicated interior that I am still learning, it’s one of the things that makes her special. Along with the ultimate choice of her life and all haircuts, bangs, or no bangs.

I’m going to cry.  Not because this was touching, but because you decided to use that picture. You know which one.

The Roots - Birthday Girl

Happy Third 21st Birthday Alice!

wujessica:

Happy Birthday A-Wu!

Wu’s always win.

Thank you, Cousin! ♥

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALICE PUTRI FUCKING WU! LOVE YA.

(via thepo)

Thank you, BFF.  Drink some Palace for me.

Thanks for my birthday, Mommy.

Thanks for my birthday, Mommy.

Please come.

Please come.

My birthday present to myself finally arrived, two weeks late. Soon my roommates can stop hating me for hogging all the DVR space with season 2 episodes.

My birthday present to myself finally arrived, two weeks late. Soon my roommates can stop hating me for hogging all the DVR space with season 2 episodes.

NYC Weekend Express

NIZZA
Midtown West
The only requirement for my birthday dinner was that I would be eating lamb. Almost everyone ordered the veal; there were complaints about the overly bitter broccoli rabe. The bottles of wine were relatively inexpensive by city standards. My shanks were fabulous and I wish I had a bottomless glass of their peach bellini. The staff is friendly and accommodating they didn’t mind we came with 5 more people than we had reserved for. Come only if you want a cute dinner date and don’t mind being asked for directions to times square every 5 minutes on the way.

REVIVAL
Union Square
Cheap drinks. Boring pseudo-intellectuals in American Apparel drinking “whatever isn’t lite”. The hippie for Obama will buy you a drink if you’re “one of the few beautiful asians”, only to later mistake the other 10 asian people you brought with you. Come only if you claim you’re well aware of the world only to vehemently disbelieve the half-Indonesian you are talking to when she corrects you and says “no, the largest Muslim country by population is not pakistan nor Iran, Indonesia is”, then secretly then whisper/not-so-whisper “elitist minority” to your friends while you secretly/not-so-secretly point at her.

ALIBI
West Village
Standard young crowd ordering ciroc lemonade dancing to the top 40. It’s a tiny space to accommodate the weekend clubbers. stay close to the bar, the drinks are strong but they’re small, and it’s annoying to keep rubbing shoulders with express shirts drenched in hollister cologne. It’s fun, you’ll dance and get drunk. If you’re hungry afterwards, walk four doors down to your right and stuff yourself with some orgasmic gyros. Come if you like the standard bar-hoping drink&dance fare and shaved your legs just to go out in hopes of getting some.

JIN
Lower East Side
Quaint sushi joint with lots of creative rolls, fairly inexpensive even when compared to some japanese places in Michigan. With the ever growing popularity of lychee martinis, this place is definitely “trendy” but surprised me (in a very good way) when the only roll with cream cheese was, of course, the philadelphia roll. Nothing screamed unique to this place, but the food was good and it served exactly what I wanted that night: something low-key. Come only if you’re in the area and don’t feel like taking a train or cab to eat japanese.

ORO
Little Italy
This place is a bakery and bar. This place was an oasis in the desert walking aimlessly in hopes to find our restaurant. I cannot explain in words/onomatopoeias/facial expressions how cute and cozy this place was. Very unpretentious, their drinks are inventive and catered to the wine drinker and their pastries are sweet and pretty. The location is a little hidden as the crowd was tiny, which I loved, even on a Saturday night. This place is quite wonderful, and I almost hesitated to reveal such a gem in fear of contaminating it’s hidden value. Come only if you are fabulous and promise to only share the experience with equally fabulous people.

At Oro Bar and Bakery

At Oro Bar and Bakery