NO RICE NO FRIES WAT I CAN’T EVEN COMPREHEND I DIE INSTEAD.
I am currently on a train to Seattle to visit my ex (ok, let’s be real - more importantly to see my lil’ nephew Piggy the pug!), enjoying the beautiful Pac NW scenery…
The 7-month-old baby and his mother next to me are so cute and nice. I have been playing/chatting with them the entire ride.
Also, I just went to the bistro cart and tried to buy an apple, but they just ran out. Then the man next to me pulled out the apple he just bought and gave it to me with a smile.
The more time I spend out here, the more I realize how much I love everything about it and can see myself growing fat, old, and content in Oregon/Washington.
So I’m sitting here lounging on my parents’ couch and I feel so content. It is my first time home for the holidays in two years and boy, have I missed it. The radio is on playing soft jazz, Daddy is checking his e-mail (and typing 5 wpm), and Mommy is in the kitchen cooking some of her world-famous Korean BBQ’d ribs. The smell is intoxicating.
I love coming home to Oregon/Washington. It’s held a soft spot in my heart ever since I was a wee-old, bowl-cut boy running around my neighborhood cul-de-sac in Beaverton. The one thing about this place that never changes is the people. Which leads me to my first-day-home highlights:
- My connecting flight to Portland at the butt crack of dawn this morning was so indicative of the type of people I’m talking about. It was such a contrast to my first flight out of DC - glum, quiet, meh. On this second flight, everyone was chatting politely, smiles on their faces. The girl next to me offered me some of her snacks and gum. The people across the aisle were talking (not annoyingly) throughout the flight and when they landed, they all exchanged contact info. And it was such an odd group - two younger guys and a lady old enough to be their mom. I had to smile to myself.
- After a yammy homemade runch and a quick nap, I went to the neighborhood gym, where Daddy is apparently the mayor. He was walking around waving at everybody like a beauty pageant winner (ELBOW-ELBOW WRIST-WRIST). Anyway, it was more of the same. There were all sorts of characters working out, but so many genuinely nice conversations going on. I was even roped into playing my first dose of pick-up hoops in over three years. It was only a quick 2-on-2 game to 9, but I’m proud to report I scored 7 of my team’s 9 points, including the game-winning trey at the end (and thank the LAWD cuz I felt like my lungs were exploding by then). YEY ME~!!!
Okay, the ribs are almost ready and my parents want to toast my return (with some really cheap bottle of wine because they are LUXULY like that). My holiday at home has officially started.
A holiday season werk update from Ray-Ray:
1. I swept both prizes at EPA Idol this afternoon - the Judges’ Pick & Most Sponsorship Money ($740+ buckaroos!!!) raised. OMAIGAAAH I CANNOT BERIEVE DIS TANK YU CONGRATURATION YEY ME!!!1!1!!1!1!!!!1 ^_^
2. Back at the office holiday soiree, one of my co-workers penned some environmentally-themed lyrics to “The 12 Days of Christmas,” which we all sang together. The eighth day was, “Ray Lee a singing.”
That is all, carry on.
For anyone out there who’s gotten their fair share of tumblr hate mail, it’s messages like this that make up for them tenfold.
Anon, thank you. This message made my entire week. I only started this blog to keep up with my pals and as a source of silly entertainment, but any positivity I’ve brought to you or anyone else…I’m really humbled by the sentiment. :D
Me: Hi Daddy! HEFFY 70TH BUSU-DDAI!!
Daddy: Sank yoo Ray!!
Me: Ooh, what do you have planned for your big birthday party?
Daddy: Oh! Guess what. Mommy is taking me to Todai. We will have sushi buffet. Also, they give free meals to any “birthday boys.” Hehehe.
Wow. My Daddy is so LELEGANT (luxuly + elegant).
So I’m in Vegas for a work conference this week where I’m serving as a panel member for one of the sessions. This morning I arrived bright n’ early at 7:45 to check in with the coordinator:
Me: Hi! I’m here for blah-blah-werk-blah conference. Do you have an agenda or anything so I can see the events for today?
Her: Sure! We have a binder for all of the students that I’ve put together. Just sit tight hon and I’ll get one for you! *wink*
My sequence of thoughts:
Therefore, I leave you with two tandem Blasian gifs to describe my mood. They are a package deal.