My mother kindly woke me up at 6 AM today. So in a slight fit of frustration, I just showered and went to Starbucks for breakfast instead of eating the continental breakfast with them.
My uncle eventually came and picked us up and then I was thrown into a whirlwind of tradition and heritage. My aunts were get papers ready to burn (offerings for those who have passed away) and one of my uncles, who is a chef, was cooking up a storm for 40 people. I went on a variety of errands with my cousin like getting ice or shaving cream for his brother. At one point, I just sat around, staying out of the way, because poor Canadian me is no good for this heritage-y stuff.
Eventually it was time to head over to Christie’s house for her part of the tea ceremony. It was then that I realized how horribly underdressed I was for this occasion. Everyone else was in either a really nice dress or in a dress shirt, tie, and dress pants. There I was, in my gingham shirt, khaki shorts, and Jack Purcell’s looking terribly out of place. Eventually we eat after some tea drinking by the parents. After about an hour of schmoozing with some relatives and whatever, we headed back to my cousin’s place where their part of the tea ceremony took place. I stayed outside for most of it, setting up tables and chairs, as to avoid the insanity that was the household.
For anyone wondering why I’m so loud, all you need to do is to sit at a dinner table with my mother’s family. If yelling was a sport, they’d be Olympians. Anyways, eventually the tea ceremony finished up in there and people flooded out to eat. After that was all over and everyone went home, my family just hung out a little bit. We ate, I drank beer with my aunt, and shoved red envelopes into my hands.
At some point, I had to go back to the hotel since I was meeting up with Steven for dinner. He lives in LA and I figured that, since I was coming down, I might as well meet him in person because he seemed like a cool guy. He came and picked me up eventually and we headed off to Manhattan Beach. We were going to go somewhere for some American food but it was just PACKED. We walked a little further and found a nice Mexican restaurant instead. We ate and talked about everything from science to cool classes we’ve taken to Transformers. It was nice just to get away from the crazy family for a bit and just be on a slower pace.
He drove me back and we took an obnoxious selfie. Now I’m back in the hotel room loungin’ around to Phoenix. I don’t really have a choice anyways since I have a huge burrito in my stomach right now.