Home

Going home is always awkward and weird. It takes me back to a land where I have to watch my language, have to walk softly (my mom thinks you should never be able to hear a lady's footsteps), and can't drink beer... lest I'm an alcoholic. But this weekend's trip home was really the cherry on top.

My mom called me a week or so ago reminding me to "come home to help celebrate your dad's birthday!" B/c it's my mom and she's really good at guilting me into things, I say of course and plan to go home accordingly. But then during the work week, I realize... something's amiss... my dad's real birthday is actually in May... and I'm actually going to see him again before his birthday... how odd.

I get home and Saturday morning as I'm barely up and crawling, my mom goes -- Amy! why don't you have make-up on!! Sooo I go back upstairs and put make up on. I come back down -- Amy! what are you wearing?? Go change! Sooo I go back upstairs and change . I come back down -- Amy! what's wrong with your hair! go fix it!

I should have known.

Later as we're waiting for family friends to come over. My mom's constantly correcting my posture. telling me to go fix my make up again.

I should have known.

I should have known that the family friends that we were waiting for really were there to bring along a boy. a boy who they thought would be suitable... for me. Clearly my parents don't know me very well... this boy did his undergrad in China and is now doing is MBA. He barely spoke chopped up English... yet really eager to talk to me... and he substituted difficult words in English with words in Chinese... like econometrics, supply and demand, and marginal revenue... in Chinese. (1) i hate talking about economics. (2) I have the vocabulary of a 7 year old in chinese. I have no idea what sunk cost in Chinese is...

Oy. I love my parents. but that was just awkward.