cousins
Met up with Jenn and Chris on the last day of their Henry James young American European tour. The thing with relatives is that no matter how long you've not seen each other, there's always some sort of a bonding going on. And no matter how odd they are (not pointing fingers to any specific body), you adore them still. Haven't seen Jenn since 1996 on our family reunion Alaska cruise trip--we might be the only Asian family on board, not to mention the noisiest, surrounded by an assortment of white curly-haired jolly old granddaddies and nannies. Now she's going to be a successful radiologist in Upstate NY. Then there's Chris who looks scaringly more and more like Uncle Doug, and you can tell he's a kind and caring young gentleman, or just pretending to be one? Anyways, we basically went for Dimsum at Chinatown, two art galleries on Cork St., a 'distant-tour' of St. Paul's in my kitchen, and free Internet service in my room. Afterwards decided to go to the Comedy Store where they held an exceptionally longer performance for charity. Show was brilliant because sitting on the second row you could just run the risk of being insulted. (Have to get HY to sit on the front row next time and relish the experience of architects being mocked at.) Oh, and saw my first funny female comedian--Jo Caulfield--she's absolutely great. She's neither fat nor old, so don't see her making typical jokes of obesity and age. She doesn't go on and on about gender stereotypes, not too vulgar, but straightforwardly confident performing gags in a variety of subjects. In general, a lovely night out.