Quarterly visit to parents, goooo. Minor travel snafu on the way down: the commuter rail was delayed indefinitely due to “police action.” (“Fuckin police,” said numbers.) With no ETA, I didn’t want to risk missing my Amtrak connection, so I ubered downtown. Only cost me $40 more lmao.
For dinner, Mom and Dad’s friends had invited them for a hotpot dinner at their place, so I got to come with. The spread was fantastic (fish balls, octopus cakes, shrimp, squid, octopus, various mushrooms and fungus, noodles…)
Their teenage son finished eating quickly and immediately vanished to his room. Their 12-year-old hung out chatting with us for hours. Dad kept complimenting her on how grownup she was to stick around and socialize. I had to restrain myself from saying that the genuinely grownup thing to do is to respect oneself and one’s time, and if that means leaving a gathering, that’s what one should do. However, she was clearly enjoying herself so it was fine.
Dad elaborated the next morning: Apparently she was shy previously, but last night she was confident, bantering, perfectly at ease. That’s fair I guess. Also she’s apparently a crack shot with a rifle (her mom showed us a video) although she says she’s not as good at pistol. (Her dad and my dad are gun buddies. We got onto the subject because they were arranging their next shooting range excursion.)
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