On another note
I guess this is a diary too? So maybe I'll post life stuff?
Spent Friday - Saturday in Philly with my friend Wayne. He is in the Club. The Club of people who are outgoing and affectionate, dating introverts who have trouble with emotions. Gibran is in it, too. Are you? (Or are you in the Introvert club?)
This was great fodder for conversation while we consumed so much sushi, I almost puked. Literally. And the good stuff, too, soft-shell crab, eel, clam, all prepared on-the-spot. There is a definite benefit to knowing an Asian whose dad is a cook in China town (other than the fact that he's a great person to spend a night with) -- knowing the best all-you-can-eat sushi restaurant.
After eating, we decided to go in search of a vomitorium. Okay, not really. We walked on Penn's landing. We spent probably two hours at the restaurant, and I got there at 8, so it was late and dark. I let Wayne drive the car over cobblestone streets, past the original apartment buildings -- the part of Philly that looks like France. He gave me a tour, telling me what the different boats were, what there is to do on Penn's Landing. Then we went back to his house.
Wayne lives in the Italian neighborhood of Philly, so his house was decorated by an Italian family. This = hilarious. Bright, shiny floral wallpaper covers the entire downstairs. The house was expanded so there is pretty much no back yard, but DAMN there's a kitchen. Mirrors decorate the walls. And next to this? A Pokemon scroll. Boxes and buckets labeled in Chinese calligraphy. I loved the transposition.
Wayne's mom was still up when we got back, I can only guess so she could meet me and offer me water about 900 times. She even brought me slippers, so I wouldn't slip in the bathroom. This made me feel a little weird -- she speaks fairly good English, but with a heavy accent, I don't think Wayne's family is the wealthiest of wealthy, even just her small stature ... even though I'm small too ... I felt like some sort of horrible colonizing power. But Wayne ushered me up to his room and explained that's just Asian custom, I shouldn't feel too awkward.
Wayne shares a bedroom with his brother, who was away. So technically, we could've slept in the same room, different beds, but his mom would have none of it. He slept in his parent's room, on an air mattress. But first, we stayed up until one in the morning, talking about how our families got to the U.S., and how we got to be the cute people we are now. (Wayne showed me his 1st through 12th school pictures.)
The next morning, he drove through the Italian district, past the Italian market (which I'm hoping to show David, my mafioso, this weekend), past Pat's and Geno's, hopped out of the car and walked to play basketball with some friends, while I got back into the driver's seat and set off for home.
Spent Friday - Saturday in Philly with my friend Wayne. He is in the Club. The Club of people who are outgoing and affectionate, dating introverts who have trouble with emotions. Gibran is in it, too. Are you? (Or are you in the Introvert club?)
This was great fodder for conversation while we consumed so much sushi, I almost puked. Literally. And the good stuff, too, soft-shell crab, eel, clam, all prepared on-the-spot. There is a definite benefit to knowing an Asian whose dad is a cook in China town (other than the fact that he's a great person to spend a night with) -- knowing the best all-you-can-eat sushi restaurant.
After eating, we decided to go in search of a vomitorium. Okay, not really. We walked on Penn's landing. We spent probably two hours at the restaurant, and I got there at 8, so it was late and dark. I let Wayne drive the car over cobblestone streets, past the original apartment buildings -- the part of Philly that looks like France. He gave me a tour, telling me what the different boats were, what there is to do on Penn's Landing. Then we went back to his house.
Wayne lives in the Italian neighborhood of Philly, so his house was decorated by an Italian family. This = hilarious. Bright, shiny floral wallpaper covers the entire downstairs. The house was expanded so there is pretty much no back yard, but DAMN there's a kitchen. Mirrors decorate the walls. And next to this? A Pokemon scroll. Boxes and buckets labeled in Chinese calligraphy. I loved the transposition.
Wayne's mom was still up when we got back, I can only guess so she could meet me and offer me water about 900 times. She even brought me slippers, so I wouldn't slip in the bathroom. This made me feel a little weird -- she speaks fairly good English, but with a heavy accent, I don't think Wayne's family is the wealthiest of wealthy, even just her small stature ... even though I'm small too ... I felt like some sort of horrible colonizing power. But Wayne ushered me up to his room and explained that's just Asian custom, I shouldn't feel too awkward.
Wayne shares a bedroom with his brother, who was away. So technically, we could've slept in the same room, different beds, but his mom would have none of it. He slept in his parent's room, on an air mattress. But first, we stayed up until one in the morning, talking about how our families got to the U.S., and how we got to be the cute people we are now. (Wayne showed me his 1st through 12th school pictures.)
The next morning, he drove through the Italian district, past the Italian market (which I'm hoping to show David, my mafioso, this weekend), past Pat's and Geno's, hopped out of the car and walked to play basketball with some friends, while I got back into the driver's seat and set off for home.