Dinner with the extended in-law family tonight. What was originally a party of nine grew to a party of fifteen, and bounced back and forth between Cheesecake Factory and Maggiano's in search of a table wait-time of less than five days. Originally scheduled dinner time: 7:00 p.m. Actual eating time: 10:00 p.m. at Maggiano's. I'm now stuck on the couch like an oversized gnocchi, too stuffed and tired to even watch my TiVo'd Battlestar Galactica.
I'm that immobile.
I had actually hoped to get in a little time with my latest in a string of learning projects. I was talking with a past professoinal acqaintance last week, catching up on a few years of perosnal developments, and mentioned that my partner of almost three years is Vietnamese. When asked if I had learned to speak Vietnamese, I laughed and said, "I know how to say 'I eat cow.'"
"It's been three years, you should know more than that," he replied.
I'd be annoyed, if he wasn't actually right. So I'm back to making at least some sort of concerted effort to learn the language, putting aside the guaranteed mortification I will feel when I attempt to say something to the in-laws and get only puzzled stares and laughter in response. Hey, I'm from Kentucky -- Vietnamese inflections don't come natural to me. We'll if I'm soon able to progress beyond reading a menu to having an elementary-school level conversation.
Then maybe I'll finally get around to making a pillow or something.