It’s waiting for you

Visiting my parents is always an ordeal. I’m always too thin, not making enough money, too unshaven, too whatever nit they seem to want to pick at.

But I had to go. It was my dad’s birthday, and a sendoff for my sister before she starts working for the Evil Empire. We did go to a nice Chinese restaurant and had Peking duck and a Hong Kong style shrimp salad – potato, apple, melon, shrimp in mayonnaise. It was actually pretty dang good, and from what I understand from the exorbitant tip I had to pay, it took all day to prepare.

Which is another absurdity in itself, because I pretty much spend the most money eating out when I take them to dinner.