We went to Ranch 99 and bought shredded pork and bean curd and scallion buns and morning glory and Rachele made juk and I ate my meal entirely out of cat-themed utensils and dishware, and then Hai & I moved some furniture around and struggled with a rug for a bit, and then Frank Sinatra came on the radio, and some weird dancing was involved, and then I got in my car and drove to Dublin an hour early and drove deep into the hills, and pissed at one of the rest stops, and walked around in the middle of no where, and admired the sun, and tried to drive behind a state prison but got cut off by a security gate, and then sat at a bench and listened to the sounds of Chinese Opera coming out of a mobile phone as an old man and a caretaker walked past, and then I went to my uncle's new place and Mark made me an old-fashioned with tequila, and I tried a New York Sour for the first time, and we ate seven courses of beef, and Nhung told me she had a dress made for herself specifically to wear for when I get married, and I was like what the fuck, and we all laughed, and I learned Tai does 2000 situps everyday and he's a fucking psycho, and Todd gave me a list of restaurants to hit up in San Gabriel Valley, and we sat around a fire in the backyard that ran out of propane about 5 min into the whole experience - and I realized I love my fucking family so much and they are unbelievably tight. Yes.
Good dayz
