Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Gourmet fumes (and a Ludo bite)

This past weekend was the first annual(?) OCfoodiefest, a food festival (duh) with 50 LA/OC food trucks. The LA food truck craze has finally made its way down to the Orange Curtain, and us lucky OCers finally get to enjoy some gourmet food out of a truck. What's not to like.

Anyway, they sold out at 8500 tickets to the event and we had to wait in a mammoth line to get in. There is absolutely nothing interesting about the following 2 pictures. I was just bored and hot standing in line. Sorry?





Once we finally got in, Mr. FGD and I divided and conquered. I made a beeline for the Frysmith truck.
Great fries with really yummy shit on top.







I had to stand in line for 20 minutes so here's some more pictures. Sorry for the photo barf.







I have no idea who this dude in these photos is, but I liked his french fries.





I finally got my Truffle Poutine fries (cheese curds with truffle gravy smattered over french fries) but I am a fucktastic photographer when it's bright and sunny out, so I don't expect you to actually believe that these are Truffle Poutine. Trust.



While I waited in line for the Truffle Poutine fries (nomnomnom) Mr. FGD waited in line for the Dumpling Station truck. Guess what they sell?



Yes, those are dumplings.

Next, I moved on to a Korean pub food truck, because I love me Korean homies and they had a "Korean nacho" dish that was supposed to be yummy. Lucky for you, I didn't try and take a craptastic picture of the actual food dish. I couldn't find Mr. FGD, and the juices from the dish were dripping all over me so I decided to do the smart thing and just shovel the whole dish in my face. Craptastic pre-shovel photos of the Ahn-Joo truck:





Things sorta went downhill after this. Mr. FGD got in line for Great Balls on Tires, which were supposed to have totes rad sandwich balls. We didn't realize how many people in OC love sandwich balls. Let's just say it *might* have taken an hour and forty-five minutes to get through the line and finally get the food. Why the hell did we wait that long, you might ask?? You know when you're about 30 mins in, and you figure it can't really be that much longer, and you've already waited 30 mins, so you might as well see it through? And then another 30 mins go by and you start to realize that you're fucked, but by this point you've been in line for an hour, and you're hot and sweaty and getting pissed off, but you've got to see it through to the end now, right? Yeah, that was us.







This is Mr. FGD, about 40 mins in, trying to look really pissed off and put out in general, but he started laughing and got a dumb look on his face instead. And who am I to deprive my readers of dumb Mr. FGD faces?



Hey 10years....it's the Filipino truck! Team Lumpia!



While Mr. FGD continued to battle the line for juicy ball sandwiches, I met up with my pal eClaire and ate some more. I had previously seen sexpot French chef Ludo Lefebvre's LudoBites truck, but overheard someone sadly reporting that Ludo wasn't at foodiefest.



I was a sad bear when I heard that Ludo wasn't around. I wanted to see the hottie, moody, cursing Ludo myself! Waaaah.

And then......

Mr. FGD started yelling for my attention and I couldn't figure out why he was jerking around strangely and sputtering, Ludo...Ludo...Luuuddoooooo!

Oh. OH!!!

The true stalker inside me came out.







I may or may not have been flailing about, wildly snapping blurry photographs of this strange, beloved French chef, when a lovely blonde woman (who, after I came to my senses, recognized as his wife), tapped Ludo [swoon] on his shoulder and said, "I think someone wants to take a picture with you."

SQUEAL, aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, SQUEAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

In all its overlybright, blurry goodness, I present you:



Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Oh, and stupid Claire who looks way skinnier than I do. Bitch.



Swoon.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

NO H8 IN MY ST8

On Saturday Mr. FGD and I headed out to OC Pride to support our gays.





It was impeccable timing for a Pride event in light of rad Judge Walker's recent ruling overthrowing the hateful, disgusting and embarrassing tyranny of Prop (H)8, which bans gay couples from having the same rights as the rest of us straight dumbfucks.

We walked down a long path to get to the park where the event was held, passing many rainbow flags waving proudly.



A Dykes On Bikes motorcycle greeted us at the entry.  Almost as good as Santa Claus.



The most exciting part of the event though was the opportunity to get our photos taken by the super rad NO H8 Campaign photographers. If you're living under a cave and have never heard of this photo campaign, please click on the link and check it out. The photos are so awesome! And I love the celebs that have done it that you would never expect (::cough:: Cindy McCain ::cough::).

We got there early and got tat'd up with the signature NO H8 temporary tattoos.





And while we waited for the shooting to start, we got to check out some of the fabby NO H8 swag for sale.



In addition to the I AM HUMAN t-shirts, I just love the NO H8 IN MY ST8 sticker.

Such a simple, powerful logo, no?





Everyone was definitely excited about the open shoot with the NO H8 photographers. We got in line really early and still had to wait almost an hour to get our photos taken. (The line was about 5x as long when we were done taking our photos.)





We just happened to step into the makeshift photo booth when an Orange Country Register reporter came up to the booth to take some photos of the action. So....kinda coool....the FGDs made the OC Register Sunday edition! Well, fine, not the paper copy, but the online slideshow from the event. Wheee!


(Photo credit: Mindy Schauer for the OC Register)

I'm really excited. The actual NO H8 photos won't be available to see for at least a few weeks, so this was a fun preview.

I would just like to say, see what I do for my gays? What chubby girl wants to be caught dead wearing an unflattering white t-shirt? Me. I do it for you, my gays, I do it for you.

Anyway, the moral of this post is this. Gays are my people. Gays are my family. I won't sit by and watch them be treated as second-class citizens. And neither should you.

 
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