Over the weekend, I spent sometime getting dim sum in Philly's Chinatown. It was good to have a savory meal of meats and more meats, with several cups of sweet tea. It was also good to be surrounded by all the families getting their afternoon grub on, shopping for weekly groceries and just enjoying the Mid-Autumn Festival. I don't particularly like Chinatown, much less Philadelphia's, to hang out in, but seeing all the bustling activity was a nice change of pace from college life. Soooo many cute babies - I could barely stand not picking up one.
For a little bit, I contemplated on buying moon cake since it's one of my absolute favorite Asian desserts. But in the end, my broke ass decided to be really frugal and I realized that I probably don't need to consume such cholesterol filled snacks on top of returning to my American college potato and cheese filled - actually not filled but rather ONLY - diet.
And then today in the midst of listening to Girls on the Dance Floor, my phone starts buzzing. I get the surprising and semi-inconvenient once a month call from my dad, and pick up with the expectation of going over the alarming rate of expenses I've put on my credit card. Instead, he tells me that he painted my room and purchased a new dining room table because the old one was ugly and too large. In the back of my head, I start wondering if he's going through a mid-life crisis and has resorted to doing full renovations on the house. But then in the end, he says to me that if I would like some moon cake, he'd ship them over to Bryn Mawr.
Sometimes I wonder about the devastating relationships that go on in the house, but then there are instances like this that make me realize that maybe another hour together at home isn't so bad.
I'm still waiting on the call about the credit card bill however.
