So anyway, last night my parents went to visit some friends of the family. We're Vietnamese so our family-oriented functions are just excuses to gather around, eat a shat-ton of food, gossip, karaoke, and so on and so forth. Vietnamese people are loud, we sound angry but we're not, we're just loud...that's just how we talk. The volume is either loud or louder, you get the idea.
Kids are seen, not heard that's just how we operate. So we are at this house and the family is from a more northern region of Vietnam, so to us folks from Saigon, their accents are just hilarious. It's a bit difficult for us to take them seriously. The women are in the kitchen cooking up a storm, they're always busy, with what I haven't gotten a clue but they're always moving. Anywho, as you know, I start bitching to my mom. I send telepathic signals towards her, I'm pulling out the stops with the stink faces. By now, she's slightly annoyed with how obnoxious this family is. See the thing is that usually it's not a big deal, I usually like hanging around my parent's friends and their kids but in this case, there was a 2 year old toddler who constantly cried and an 8 year old boy that, and I know parents hate to hear that they produce ugly babies, was heinous. He was a little tubby and just that truffle-shuffles around and bothered the hell out of me. He was that character, Chunk, from The Goonies, you dig? There was just something unsettling about that child. Then there was a 15 year old girl, I can usually communicate and enjoy myself in conversation with 15 year-olds, however she had Aspergers. So in other words, she was actually physically unable to converse with me. Not.Cool. I am basically trapped. Oh and then, they blare this crazy Vietnamese dance music. That stuff can make your balls jump up into your body and never come down. The man that was singing this was also doing this jive thing with his hands and it was a whole new level of shameless. So to escape this deadpan party, I decided to be ill, but in all reality if I were to stay any longer I think I would have accrued some illnesses (to my soul).
So that was the second half of my weekend, the first half was my cousin's birthday. She had this huge bashy-bash at a rooftop club. It was pretty damn lavish. But anywho the kid is a lightweight and was out by midnight or so. She woke up and putted around the house in her zombie-stance carrying around her first hangover, great. But anyway, that's what you get for puking all over the club anywho. I did something similar to my birthday only I wasn't that hot of a mess. I kept my composure until I got home and then the stuff started to projectile out of my body like an exorcism. Shit happens when you become aware of how old you're getting.
I am now packing for my Chicago trip and I feel like I'm forgetting a lot of shit. You ever get that feeling? I am pretty sure I won't think of it until I get there. It's just going to work out that way.
I gotta go to bed but I figured I needed to bitch about a couple of things before I rest my brain.
Nighty-night.
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