I was asked to be a date at a wedding and that was yesterday. Contrary to how anyone (even myself) would guess I’d feel, it turns out I generally like weddings. I haven’t been to many, I think about 16 starting from adulthood, and they’ve all been a good chance to celebrate something great and deserving.

This wedding was hyper-Chinese in every category: attendees, music, ceremony, food, and especially location. Ah, Flushing, Queens. In the largest baquet hall available. The walls extra lit. The stage extra golden. The carpeting extra red.

The tablecloths: extra red.  The weird baby octopi: extra red.

10 course meal: fantastic. I do have a slightly gurgley gut this morning,  probably from the combination of things I probably ate way too much of.

At this wedding I didn’t dance. Didn’t feel like it. My data went up and had a blast and I hung out with some table mates and chatted.

Turns out the woman sitting next to me is a graduate of my university. Neat.

That guy went on a vacation to bermuda and loved it. Neat.

That lady likes to drink too much and is dancing with a napkin. Neat.

I watched one baby slowly extend his arm outwards towards another baby who  responded by opening his mouth and slowly moving toward the first baby, hungrily. Neat. Little. Animals. Everyone.

Diving into my dissertation this week and am really deep in it now. If only I could just do this forever.

Don’t get overwhelmed with your lives. You have way too many interesting things to discover.

Best wishes for a great week.