Why Don't You Get A Job?

OK, got inter­net very briefly while my sis­ter eats, and then I have to give it back to her to make a Pow­er­Point slideshow for the recep­tion tomor­row. At Drew’s request, here’s a crash course in Viet fam­ily titles: Ong Ngoai is mater­nal grand­fa­ther. Ba Ngoai is mater­nal grand­mother. Ong Ba Ngoai means both of them. Di means aunt. Cau means uncle. Duong means uncle-​in-​law. Anh means older brother, but it also applies to older male cousins. Chi means older sis­ter, but it also applies to older female cousins. I think that’s all the terms you need. Stu­pid non-​Viet speakers.

So any­way, con­tin­u­ing the saga, here’s my Mon­day. I woke up a lit­tle before 9, and all the cousins sprawled across the liv­ing room where we crashed were all still asleep. I felt a bit freak­ish about my sleep­ing pat­terns. I mean, I tend to stay up later and con­sis­tently wake up ear­li­est. But then again, it’s been like this at every fam­ily reunion. Wait… that doesn’t make me not weird. It just makes me weird all my life. :)

Any­ways, since every­one was still asleep, went back online. Got on AIM Express and said good morn­ing to some folks back in Davis before they left for their 8 AM classes. Also read some Xan­gas and wrote a post. The lit­tle cousins slowly started get­ting up, and we dis­coverd that Anh Bi’s Bac­ardi and Coke was a lit­tle strong for Nick’s tastes, and he had hugged the toi­let and then passed out next to it the whole night.

After we all were up, car­a­vaned over to Di Hai’s house, and we were all starv­ing, so Di hai baked three frozen piz­zas, and we had left­over bagels while we waited for them to fin­ish. Some of the kids were still hun­gry after that, so she ordered four more from Domino’s. It was crazy how much the lit­tle munchkins can pack down!

Just chilled after­wards, mostly play­ing card games like Spoons (with pens) and Egypt­ian War. Got a ran­dom call from Peggy because she needed direc­tions to Arden. Oh yeah, and there was a huge thun­der­storm out­side, and Gin­ger, Di Hai’s super hyper Yorkie, went nuts and barked like crazy with every thun­der­clap. That was kinda annoy­ing. Quote comes from a ran­dom con­ver­sa­tion we had in the liv­ing room right before dinner -

So did you guys meet Molly?”

- Di Hai to Anh Bi and me.

Yeah, why?”

- Anh Bi and me.

She’s older you know. And a lawyer.”

- Di Hai.

Uh… I’m not look­ing for a sugar momma.”

- Me.

Oh, really? She’s alright.”

- Anh Bi, at the same time.

Yeah, she makes $1,700 a week, and she’s only an intern right now.”

- Uncle Kurt.

Hmm… I’d like to check out her assets.”

- Anh Bi.

Man, he’s shame­less. He keeps talk­ing about how he wants a hot sugar momma with a car to drive him around.

Had KFC for din­ner with all the cousins, then Cau Dung took us to Ong Ba Ngoai’s place to cel­e­brate Cau Minh and Di Ngoc’s anniver­sary with them.

Back to Cau Dung’s place after that. Took a shower and watched Entourage. It’s a pretty inter­est­ing show. Chilled in the leather seat in the cor­ner for the breeze com­ing in through the win­dows on either wall, and for an extra bar of recep­tion. (Which pushed me to flick­er­ing between one and two bars instead of zero and one bars.) I got an IM from Esther, so I tried to call her back, but the con­nec­tion wouldn’t hold. I kinda heard her, but she couldn’t hear me at all.

I passed out there, but moved to the sofa in the mid­dle of the night so I could lay down properly.

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  1. hur­rah! under­stand­ing comes crash­ing in! :razz:

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