2003-10-13 - 8:21 a.m.
It was my grandma's 92nd birthday yesterday and we had a Chiu Chow banquet. The thing I don't like is the constant stuffing, but that's another story. *pats still bloated stomach*
My aunt kept smacking me across the left upper arm. Whenever she talked to me, it would be, "*smack*! So! How's *smack* school?" I don't think she realizes it because she's getting sorta senile (a lot older than my dad... my dad's the youngest of ten).
It was the fireworks competition and from the window in our banquet room, we couldn't see it, so my dad and I decided to go down to the bridge and watch. ("*smack*! Have a good *smack* time!")
Standing on the bridge, it was pretty impressive. We missed Japan, but we saw the US. Later on the radio, it announced Italy had won. Maybe the judges liked the music? (they used the Three Tenors)
We headed back, with dad announcing he needed the bathroom. I suspected he didn't want to face my aunt, but hey, I was the one getting slapped.
The food was great, and by dessert I was too full to eat the cake. ("*smack smack smack* Eat more! You're too skinny! *slap* Didn't the doctor say you're underweight? *biff* Nice cake there! *smack*")
Was glad when we said goodbyes, with promises from my cousin -the one who got married two weeks ago- that she'd send me copies of the artistic photos the professional photographer took at the wedding to paint. I'm going to give it to her as a wedding gift, much belated.
We picked up boxes containing banquet leftovers (a tradition, it seems) and slowly began to leave. ("*smack smack* You're so tall! You're almost as tall as your mother! *sock* Look! You're taller than most of your uncles! *smack* Bye bye everyone! *sack*!")
Went home far too full and with a severely bruised arm. But otherwise, had a nice time.
