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In Huston for business. SocialFly has a quincietta event but since were here we mine as well visit our good friends Marcos. He has a new home that we’ll be staying in tonight. The next day we all went to the Houston Dub Car Show. Heard it was something stupid like 40 bucks to get in but Ray got the hook up from Hack Shack and we all got in for free. Free, I love that word.

Sweet! Low rider bikes. I know I’m so gangsta but can’t help it I love em.

This one is definitely one of my faves. Love the graphics but I think my favorite part is the sweet velvet curtains. Kinda makes me wish I had my dream car, a VW Bus just so I can hang up some curtains.

Hey, a concert up in here. Dim the lights, let’s get our dance on.

I’m pretty sure this is Nelly’s car.

Even had some dancers. They had no ass but still nice eye candy.

Oh my god Becky, look at her butt. Its so big. She looks like one of those rap guys girlfriends. I mean her butt. It’s just so big. I can’t believe it’s so round. It’s just out there.

Play for 5 minutes and get a free T-Shirt. Sounds like a pretty sweet deal to me.

Glad I we got in free and even more glad there were finally slutty models at this car show. Houston, your still a ghetto bitch, but I love you anyways.

On the drive home Kola sleeps with a photo of us. Awe, my heart is warm n fuzzy.

Our buddy Marco’s is down visiting and with him he brought his family. Ray’s family was also down because his cousin was playing ball here so we gathered everyone up and brought our support out to see him.

That’s his cousin up to bat.

We mingled with them a bit after the game and then parted ways.

The next day Ray had a game too. Marcos was ready to play if they needed an extra player but apparently they were good.

Boy was it a hot day.

The boys had to find ways to make the time go by faster.

I almost felt bad for being the only one with a chair and covering but hey I offered and everyone was too polite to take it out from underneath me.

Well it was a short trip and shortly after the game Marcos and his family bid us farewell. Thanks for coming out guys and even more thanks for coming out to see Ray play. I know it meant a lot to him.

Marti Gra

Marti Gra, Coyote Ugly

Hey it’s the weekend of Marti Gra and looks who happens to be in town . . . yep our buddy Marcos and he brings with him a lovely lady friend, Heather and it just so happens to be her birthday. Ray and I actually had no idea it was Marti Gra until were already out but it definitely made it easier on us to show them a good time.

Marti Gra

Marti Gra, Coyote Ugly

First we met them at Progress Coffee, because Ray had read somewhere that they have amazing sandwiches, and if you know Ray you’d know he’s crazy about his sandwiches. Ray ordered a turkey, bacon and guacamole sandwich and it sucked balls. The sandwich was super dry but the coffee shop itself was really nice and artsy. I’m sure they have really nice coffee and fast internet too.

Progress Coffee

Progress Coffee

Afterwards we headed down to 6th Street. Luckily we got there early and scored sweet parking, walked around for a bit, got dessert at the Old Pecan Cafe, my idea of course and then spent the rest of our night at the Coyote Ugly Saloon.

Marti Gra, Coyote Ugly

Marti Gra, Coyote Ugly

Since we got there early we also scored a pretty sweet table right smack in front of all the action. At first there wasn’t much people there but as the night progressed the more chaotic it got. At the Coyote Ugly they don’t discriminate. They’re all about empowering intoxicated females to connect with their inner whore. Come one come all, hotties, fatties, milfs, and sluts come dance on the bar for just one dollar. Why is this our first time here?

Marti Gra, Coyote Ugly

Marti Gra, Coyote Ugly

I love it when fatties get up there because they always dance the dirtiest. It’s great entertainment.

Marti Gra, Coyote Ugly

Marti Gra, Coyote Ugly

Ray tried to spice things up a bit by waging war between Marcos and Heather. Marcos had to go buy Penis Head a drink and Heather had to go buy some random dude a drink and who ever did it first wins keeps their honor.

Marti Gra, Coyote Ugly

Marti Gra, Coyote Ugly

Marcos dominated like a champ. Without any hesitation he got up, walked over to the other side of the bar where Penis Head was already being hit on by another dude and asked if it was alright if he bought her a shot. She musta felt like a beauty queen all night. Oh, by the way this is Penis Head. You know the part in the movie Coyote Ugly where the main character asks the owner why she named her bar Coyote Ugly and she says something like, “you know when you wake up the next morning to find someone so repulsive you want to gnaw off your arm, that’s coyote ugly.” Well whoever brings home Penis Head won’t know what’s that like at all.

Marti Gra, Coyote Ugly

Marti Gra, Coyote Ugly

She was a little crossed eyed and the craziest thing is that she only started out with half as many beads as you see here, left the bar for about 10 minutes and then came back with twice as much. Marco’s goes, “look, she has more beads!” I guess you just had to be there  because it was really funny. And later after Marcos bought her a drink she walks by him and throws him her tongue or it could of been a weird twitch. It hard to determine since her eyes are a bit crossed we don’t know if she was looking at him or not.

And this is a video of her sweet dancing skills.


Dancing Penis Head from Doan Chung on Vimeo.

Marcos and I rocked out to Journey.

Marti Gra, Coyote Ugly

Marti Gra, Coyote Ugly

Ray did a lot of screaming.

Marti Gra, Coyote Ugly

Marti Gra, Coyote Ugly

Unfortunately we had to cut the night short because Heather’s dad called and was in distress, or something like that. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted. The streets were packed by the time we walked out and on the way to the car we even got to see some titties.

Marti Gra

Marti Gra

Nasa VIP Tour

Nasa VIP Tour

Just when I thought we were good on traveling for a while Ray decides to take us to Houston for about a week to visit with our good O bud Marcos. The first night we met up with some of his buds at a dive bar. They had a set of pretty sweet doors.

Houston Trip

Houston Trip

We also headed down south to Galveston Texas to check out the the disaster that Hurricane Ike left behind back in September. Galveston was still in shambles and it was quite obvious that she still had not yet recovered from being raped and pillaged. As a matter of fact, Marcos was our troubled hurricane victim that we kindly took in with our big hearts and open arms.

Aftermath of Hurricane Ike

Aftermath of Hurricane Ike

Look at the sad trapped truck. From a full view you can see chunks that Hurricane Ike had riped straight out of the board walk.

Aftermath of Hurricane Ike

Aftermath of Hurricane Ike

I really should of taken more photos but it was shocking and kinda depressing. But honestly, hurricane or not, Galveston was in dire need of a makeover so this was probably for the best. Galveston has so much potential to flourish and be totally rad as fuck. I mean seriously, it’s right on the coast. Not a lot of towns in Texas have that luxury, so they should live up to it and make it happen and I promise you the tourist will come by the boat loads, ready to dump trunk loads of money right in the heart of Galveston. Potential, so much potential. Well, like I said, it was depressing so we went to Buca De Peppo to grab a bit to eat.

Buca De Peppo

Buca De Peppo

It was del-rish-ous! Probably the best Bucca De Peppo meal I’ve had yet and we didn’t even have dessert. Oh, we also invited Marcos’s room-mate. The muscle in the back row, and whimps in the front.

Bucca De Peppo

Bucca De Peppo

On the way home we got to witness Marcos’s car reach 8888 miles. What a historic moment for his Dodge Ram.

8888

8888

Of course the highlight of our trip was our sweet VIP tour at Nasa. Yes, our very good friend, Marcos, whom is like a brother to me, works at Nasa. Have your people call my people and I’ll see if I could get you in.

Nasa is building a space tent, or maybe it’s a space garage, for a space-ship. All I can tell you is that it’s on a need to know basis and if your reading this you probably don’t need to know, carry on, carry on.

Nasa VIP Tour

Nasa VIP Tour

Before I left for the moon I had to run a few test, make sure everything was working and all, just proper protocol.

Nasa VIP tour

Nasa VIP tour

And here we have a new space trampoline that’s in the making. Astronaunts like to jump into space when they are in space. It very invigorating.


Nasa VIP Tour

And directly next to it is the biggest swimming pool on the face of this earth, at least that’s what we’ve been told. But if you don’t believe me go watch Armageddon and go see for yourself. I talked to a lot of the real astronauts that were there during the filming of that movie and they all agree that Ben Affleck was a little bitch and cried like one too, especially during the whole under water training scene.

Nasa VIP Tour

Nasa VIP Tour

The pool is 40 ft deep. It doesn’t look like it but it is and as you can see the water is super blue, but I promise you no food coloring was added to the pool for a more dramatic effect; the pool is just ridiculously filtered.

Nasa VIP Tour

Nasa VIP Tour

Our tour guide, aka Marcos Jaramillo, and Ray in deep thought about the design of the space suit.

Nasa VIP Tour

Nasa VIP Tour

I found a friend.


Nasa VIP Tour

And I like him.

Nasa VIP Tour

Nasa VIP Tour

This is an acutal space suit that went to the moon, Neal’s I think.

Nasa VIP Suit

Nasa VIP Suit

They even got suits for the Chinese.

Nasa VIP Tour

Nasa VIP Tour

Tour guide and Ray still going over the design of the space suits.

Nasa VIP Tour

Nasa VIP Tour

Control Room.

Nasa VIP Tour

Nasa VIP Tour

If you’ve seen Applo 13 then this might look familiar to you. The red phone is used to order pizza during those long work shifts.

Nasa VIP Tour

Nasa VIP Tour

The main reason that brought us out to Houston wasn’t Nasa, wasn’t Marcos, it was Soft Ball. Ray’s fantastic at base ball and he’s been itching to play for a while now. Marcos is on two soft ball teams that happen to be booked to play at the same time. He asked Ray to fill in for him in one of the games, assuming it would be okay and Ray quickly accepted the offer. Well as it turns out not everyone was okay with it and my husband wasn’t allowed to play. If you ask me it was a stupid mistake on their part and if Ray had played they probably wouldn’t have lost.

Houston Soft Ball Fields are Sweet

Houston Soft Ball Fields are Sweet

The next day we packed our bags and loaded up the rocket and shot back home to Austin Texas in 2.8 minutes flat.

Up Up and Away!

Up Up and Away!

Now that 2009 is here I want to take some time to reflect on 2008. I always knew 2008 was going to be a good year. I remember looking forward to it because it was 08 and 8 is just a good fucking number. It was only a year ago Ray and I were living the good o life in the rainbow state, Honolulu Hawaii.

It was almost a year ago that I started my first post on this blog, January 9th 2008. Since then I’ve written 121 post. I don’t really know who’s all reading it, but it sure has made my hand written journaling take back seat.

I cut my hair super short for the first time ever. It was kinda cute wasn’t it?

Ray got a new iPhone.

Ray and I ran in The Annual Great Aloha Run, just a little over 8 miles, and we all know eight is a good number to start with.

We voted for our first time for the Democratic Party. But just for the record, once Hillary was out of the election Ray and I voted again for our first time for President for Obama of course.

Ray bought me my first brand new computer. Mac 4 life baby!

MyBabyOurBaby Launched.

We finally found the dock where Lost, our favorite television series, was filmed at. We searched the island for it forever.

We went camping at Melekahana, our first time camping in Hawaii and Ray’s first time ever. He’s not a fan.

Rocked out at the Kokua Festival, a festival Jack Johnson puts on every year in Hawaii.

CheapPlacesToEatInOahuHawaii.com, my blog had become a major hit and one of Hawaii’s most popular food blog websites.

I called some lady a cunt on my last day of work, because she was.

We got to swim with dolphins.

We moved back to the main land, California first.

Ray got to meet some of my extended family.

Tried wake boarding for the first time.

Got to ride dirk bikes again.

Moved to Austin

Where we met the Semmlers, Shane’s older brother and his family and now mine.

Kidnapped Kuya Ben’s dogs.

Found the Agave Homes and fell in love.

Ray introduced me to Marcos. He works for NASA.

Went to our first roller derby.

Spent Bachelorette week in Florida with my best bud Jack Mother Fucking Dogg with a double G.

Got married, 080808.

Got my first tattoo with my old crew from V-Town.

Traveled to New York, but just for a couple of months.

I stopped eating meat.

Met Guav Mom and the Roses and I have to tell you I’m a fan. Hope we get to see them again soon.

I got to freelanced at Jimmy Z’s, thanks to Bea.

We got to be extras in Friday Night Lights.

I almost died from pneumonia.

I met the Semmler’s, the rest of Shane’s family, and now mine as well and went to my first professional basketball game. Go Mavericks!

As you can see I love recording my life and 2008 was a year worth recording. There was a lot of cherry popping going on and I got to meet a lot of people that will be in my life for the long haul. We also moved around a lot, Hawaii, California, Austin, New York, Dallas. Things are just never boring with us. I’m looking forward to a healthy, happy and prosperous year for 2009. I know great things are to come.

As most of you know Hurricane Ike, a Category 2 storm, battered Galveston with 110 mph winds and a 12-foot storm surge, flooding homes and destroying businesses, more than a week ago. At least 61 deaths, including 26 in Texas were attributed to Ike. About 45,000 of the city’s 57,000 residents fled Galveston Island, about 50 miles southeast of Houston and many Houston residents were evacuated as well. Our friend Marcos was one of them and we took in this Hurricane Ike victim with open arms. Hum, I wonder if we could potentially use this as a tax write off, surely there must be some loop hole. I mean this poor unfortunate soul would be in shambles if it not had been for us and our rescue.

During his stay he attended the Amazon conference where Ray was invited to give a brief speech. We also went to a Cru Wine Bar where we sampled lots of good wines. I cooked a lot because for some asinine reason I’ve turned domesticated. Marcos just recently purchased a new Apple computer and was pretty much finger banging his keyboard during his whole stay. Hey no judgment passed; Apple for life baby. Ray set up a new blog for Marcos, MOJO37.com and basically turned him into a blogging whore of whores. We intended to go see some dinosaur sculptures at Zilker Park, but the place was closed.

We did a lot of walking around to kill time and in the process I found my boots.  Exactly as I had envisioned in my head. Aren’t they boot-e-ful? But they were the wrong color, not dark enough.  So I’ll wait.

We had to leave for New York soon so we threw him the keys and asked him to take out the trash and locked the door when he leaves. Hope your doing well Marcos and that your stuff wasn’t floating away when you got home.

Marcos came to visit us not too long ago. All I knew of him was that he works for NASA, which to me means he’s a pretty smart guy, so I was pretty excited to meet him and pick his brain. I love visitors because it gives us an excuse to go out and venture Austin, since we haven’t done much of it since we moved here.

The first night we went down 6th Street. If you haven’t heard of 6th Street in Austin yet then all I have to say is that it gets pretty fucking crazy at night, so crazy that they close off the streets.

Marcos is a huge sports fan and Ray loves baseball so the next day we went to a Round Rock Express game.

We had lawn seating but none of us wanted to sit on the grass so we took our chances stealing empty seats. Turns out, the crazy looking guys seated next to me, we were sitting in their seats but they were nice enough to not kick us off and then they ended up getting pushed out of their seats. He sure does look bitter doesn’t he?. I kinda felt like a jerk. By the way, that’s a funnel cake I have in my hand. I never thought I’d say it but I think I’m starting to out grow these things.

Ray and Marcos.

The next day we went out in search of food and ended up at a cute little su shi restaurant down town.

And then Ray had this brilliant idea to take Marcos to go see these modern houses that his dicks been rock hard for.

Actually, Marcos was pretty interested and I was apprehensive that Ray would make me buy a house on the spur of the moment like his idols, Bea and Guav did.

This is Ray’s favorite one. The lawn looks a little dry, but I like it too.

We sneaked into a bunch of unlocked houses. Hello, is anyone home

I have to admit, they do look pretty tempting. Marcos had to leave back to Dallas later that evening. So we slowly but surely made it back home. Thanks for visiting Marcos and your welcome here anytime.