We had another Chinese New Year celebration at a restaurant in Reading last night, and later the boys performed a play in Mandarin. I had no idea what was happening, but it was fun to listen.
This was the second Chinese New Year meal I'd been out for in two weeks. It was at the same restaurant as before. You know how group meals are -- you don't know anybody, have to make small talk, you mess up and say the wrong thing (I said something to a woman, and she said, "That's a generalization. That's not true," and I wanted to say, "Look, I'm just trying to make conversation while I wait for my chili prawn dish to arrive. I haven't checked my conversation for accuracy, OK? I'm just trying to be polite and make chitchat. Why don't I just shut up and let YOU carry the ball?"), the meal takes forever -- can become a marathon. It's fun but tiring.
I've now come to associate this restaurant with five-hour sittings for meals so need to go there sometime with just my family to eat and enjoy in a normal time frame (an hour or so).
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I feel for you, i'm rubbish at those kind of meals. My foot is constantly in my mouth - amazing i can fit any food in there at all really!
Elizabeth's actually very good at these things though. It's one reason I married her - to make up for my deficiencies in things like this.
The other reason I married her is because neither of us likes condiments, but that's another story.
Yes, you two are Heaven-matched in the condiment-loathing department. Now, me, I adore 'em---could eat homemade aioli mayonnaise with a spoon, and on the rare occasion when I let myself have french fries, they must be buried in salt and loaded with ketchup! MMMMMMMM!
I can sort of understand your atheism, but your hatred of delicious savory condiments is...well...just flat unnatural:):)!!!
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