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Tuesday, August 28th

"Family."

Last night I had dinner at Uncle Michael's place with Parker, Heather and Wypoh, just chillin' out. Uncle Michael kindly told me that I should visit them more often. I know (*making face*). Here's a random shot of Uncle Michael doing, errrr... we'll I'm not sure what he was doing. All I know is Parker wasn't sticking around.

My grandmother was telling me to hurry up and find a husband, to which I said, "Wypoh, what have you done to help me? You have plenty of friends and they have grandchildren, no? How come you never HOOK - ME - UP?!" But just like Mom, she said, "I don't know what you want!"

Christine's Policy on Marriage:

No one is allowed to complain about my marital status unless they have made a concerted attempt to help me find a nice hubby. Not even Wypoh. So that's that.

"No comment."

"Ew. Nasty."

I don't know how many times I've purchased food-to-go from a local mom and pop restaurant, returned to my office/apartment, took one bite, and dumped the whole thing. That's part of the reason why I don't like to venture out and try new places or new foods. I'm like that. A low risk-taker when it comes to food.

I went to the dry cleaner's during lunch today to drop off Felicia's white shirt which I offered to clean for her (Benicio was questioning my golf swing at the house party on Saturday so I swung my imaginery club in slow motion, came up, and didn't notice his hand in my way as I knocked his Henessey onto Felicia. I'd say that's errr, a pretty good swing I got goin' on!).

On the way back to the office, I picked up a Little Cage Bag (in Mandarin, that would be a Hsiao Lung Bao, no?), waited seven minutes for it to be made -- which is five minutes too long as far as I'm concerned -- took one bite when I got back to the office, and dumped it. It was disgusting.

That's the problem with eating out during lunch on the weekdays. It seems that everyone in Taiwan eats lunch exactly between noontime and 1 p.m., so either you a) have to fight the lunchtime crowds at the more popular places, or b) go to an obscure foodstand where there is no line to have to contend with, only to be disappointed at how gross the food is.

I really just wanted a Reuben sandwich.

Even prepacks@Starbucks.com are good. Well. They are in New York at least.

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