This past weekend I went back home to celebrate Chinese New Year with my parents.
The original plan was to go home the weekend before that, but I apparently decided to be sick on Valentine’s Day.
Naturally, I stuffed my face with Asian cuisine.
The first night we went to one of the two Malaysian cafes in Chinatown: Mamak.
My soul literally lifted up. I was so full and happy like a pug whose just been fed and/or been given a massage by it’s owner.
After having delicious roti canai / prata (basically Indian pancakes) and nasi lemak (flavored rice with curry chicken, roasted peanuts, anchovies, etc.), I took my parents to a place my high school friends and I frequently go to when we meet up. It’s called Wsup Cafe and it is AMAZING. I’m in love with their strawberry slushy and desserts. They’re most known for their waffle and ice cream meal.
It’s basically Heaven in a cone.
I think I’ve also officially got Momma Bear hooked on their honeydew smoothie.
The next day we went out for some Japanese food and I had one of my favorite dishes ever: chicken katsu.
If you ask anyone who truly knows me, they’ll tell you four things: I love to take naps, I love chocolate, I’m sassy, and I love chicken katsu.
If you have no idea what that is then shame on you!
Go Google it fool!
Afterwards we went to get my stepfather, Gigi, some new jeans ’cause he had like two and one of them had holes so big I thought they were black holes.
Momma Bear was hellbent on getting him to try on skinny jeans and “look cool.”
Now my old school, fifty-something-year-old (gotta keep some things a secret) stepfather who always makes fun of my ripped jeans is walking around in black skinny jeans.
You know, I never knew he actually had legs.
Yesterday morning Momma Bear and I went to see Black Panther and, in all honesty, was one of the best movies I’ve seen in a really long time.
I won’t give too much away, all I’ll say is that the actors were absolutely amazing at making their characters both hysterical and dignified.
My favorite character was Shuri.
She’s the incredibly intelligent and hilarious younger sister on the main character, T’Challa a.k.a the Black Panther. If you’ve seen the movie, you know what I’m talking about.
It was also just so freakin’ emotional, like I can’t even.
GO WATCH IT.
When I arrived at the airport to go back to Dallas, I arrived thirty minutes before boarding.
Now normally I get to the airport two hours before JUST IN CASE anything happens because life just sucks that way. But this time we didn’t think it was necessary.
Since there was only one officer at security checkpoint, the line was super long and it took me around half an hour to get through. Boarding began at 5:30 and ended at 5:50, so I had like ten minutes to run to my gate.
I had to get to my gate, which was E1, from Terminal C because Gigi thought the two terminals weren’t that far away from one another.
He was a LIAR. It was FAR. I ran like I was being chased by demons or something.
I get there and there are tons of people still sitting in the waiting area. So I ask the lady at the counter whether boarding had begun yet and she said, “No, boarding has been delayed ten minutes.”
I both wanted to laugh and punch someone in the face.
The flight was eventually delayed for like another hour and I didn’t get back until late at night. I was so done with life, you can’t even imagine.