Anyway, I just came back from my annual Smokey Dinner. It actually pretty good, considering we got a nice little corner, away from all the incense burning and fortunately we were not sitting in front of a speaker like last year. The catch was that we had no one at our table, so it was just the four of us, my mum, my sis, my aunt and I, sitting and eating an eight course dinner for a table of eight. This means effectively twice the amount of food. It was really good at first, not having to share with four other people. We could seriously eat all we wanted, and we did. However, after a little while, I realized that I was not going to make it past the fifth dish at this rate. Heaven knows that I am no eating champion.

It was about the fifth dish when another random family of four came to join us. That really helped us look like we were not wasting food, as we were already beginning to feel full. The auntie tried to teach me how to use a pair of chopsticks. Apparently I was holding it wrong. Perhaps I should have told her about the time when I ate a plate of rice using only a pair of chopsticks (and the power of my awesomeness), down to the last grain (Okay fine I am lying about the last grain part, but I did finish a good portion of it). On a separate (aha, spelled this word right, and will be able to spell it tomorrow too) note, my mother won an auction for two bottles of red wine. I knew bad things were going to happen the moment my mum and sis went off to sign up for the wine appreciation class.

This is the worse of times to be waiting. I should go to sleep now.