Thanksgiving was very interesting indeed. I left Tuesday night and spent a day at my cousin's. I helped her and her boyfriend's family prepare Thanksgiving dinner, but I didn't even get to eat with them. So I went to Maryland and while I was on the bus, all I could think of was how big Californ-i-a is. I mean, it takes five hours to get to Los Angeles from San Jose, and four and a half to hop a few states to get to Maryland from New York. Very cool. Maryland was tight. My uncle lives in a small city in the richest county in the state. I pictured it to be farm land and he told me that is what most of Maryland is, plain and farm-y, but not farm-y like the mid-west.
I liked Maryland. It was pretty and calm, but still urbanized and city-like. My uncle's house was amazing. My favorite was the basement, which he turned into a huge theater. You know, the big flat screen TV, the awesome surround sound systems, and comfortable couches. It makes me wonder how cheap everything in Maryland must be because he makes less money than my parents and we live in a tiny shit house. Mofuckers need to get out of the Silicon Valley and make computer chips elsewhere.
I basically ate, shopped, ate, shopped, talked about New York City, ate, and shopped. Then I ate some more. I met my uncle's friend who is about sixty years old. I mean, he was the most intriguing old person I've ever met. Yes, old person. My uncle brought me over to his sister in law's house and that is where I met him. When he first saw me, he walked up to me and said, "Do you speak Vietnamese?" When I answered him, he looked very disappointed, but he said, "Well then, we will have to communicate in broken English." So we had dinner with my uncle, my aunt, my other relatives, and their friends. Of course, they spoke in Vietnamese and only spoke in English when they wanted to talk to me. Then that old guy (yeah I never actually knew his name) said to me, "Wow. The last time you were here was when you were eight? Now you look like a rock star." I guess 18 = rock star.
Soon, the men got drunk due to the countless number of empty beer bottles on the dinner table. So they started making jokes, which were really funny, but they accused me of pretending to laugh. Then the sixty year old man started talking to me about life, love, and politics. I had nothing insightful to say about politics because I simply don't know anything about politics. So he asked me if I was going to vote, I mean, I couldn't lie to him. "No" was the answer.
Life, love, and politics. That really amazes me. He said a few things to me. He told me that if I ever needed help, I could call him because he's the "king" or "boss" around Maryland and Virginia. I laughed like crazy. Plus, he was really drunk. Then he told me that he has experience with everything and that I shouldn't think too much about anything. "If you want it, go get it. Life is too short. Trust me, too short. I swear, I was your age just yesterday." Then he told me to visit my uncle more often so he could "hang out" with me. Then the conversation switched to why I am at NYU. But that quickly ended because I hate talking about it.
On Saturday night, I went to my uncle's friend's daughter's 5th birthday party. The birthday girl looked a lot like Betty. She was the cutest thing ever, but I mean, Betty is old and ugly now. Lol. Of course, the old man was there. This time, he was even more drunk. He urged me to sing karaoke with the middle aged Vietnamese dads. Hells fucking no. Then I told him that I wanted him to sing and he said okay. After this random guy sang, the old man ran up to me and told me that he just finished and then started laughing hysterically. I love drunk people. Before I left the party, we had another talk, but about the same thing. Life, love, and illegal immigrants and my opinion on what the government should do. Let them be? Or deport them? Again, no answer. He gave me a very long goodbye and continued to drink his beer.
I really need to mention here that my cousins Mandy and Christie are the cutest sisters ever. But I mean, people always think their younger family members are better than everyone else's. So yeah, I think so too.
Right when I got back to New York, I realized how much I missed the city while I was gone. Like, seriously. I dropped off my things and went out to get some food. Hooray for Gray's Papaya. Then I went wandering around in the village and I fucking love it. I am jealous of the people who live here, but I've pretty much accepted the fact that I will be in debt for the rest of my life. Damn you, NYU. Anyway, I made my way to the Hudson River Park and that place is fucking awesome. I love it. I mean, the weather is really nice today. 45 degrees with a clear sunny sky <3. People were walking their dogs, jogging, biking, holding their significant other's hands, and being awesome. I love people and I love pretty, clean parks.
I wish I could say more, but I have to pay my credit card bill now.
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