Dinner with Dad

NN had a sweet 16 party in the city...and I had about 5 hours to kill.  So I went to look for dad for dinner.  He said instead of going out... he'd cook.   He made his favorite 蒸魚， 苦瓜田雞， 海參， 清寶涼.  He even went out of his way to slice and dice watermelon for us and chilled it.

"好耐冇食過老逗煮嘅飯。"  And he was right... I honestly don't remember the last time he cooked for me.  It may have been during those initial post-graduation days when I'd head out to SF on Wednesday nights for dinner. 

We talked a lot... me more than him.  I had to up the gain of my voice... and he probably only caught every other word cuz of his hearing.  When he went out for a smoke... I noisied around.  Man... the man is organized.  His drawers.  His books.  His clothes.  His shelves and cabinets and pantries.  I should do this more often. 

Bathroom Jabbers - Lost in the City

Bathroom Jabbers are BACK!! This time... I found myself in desperate need of taking a leak in the city of San Francisco.  My bad for downing an energy drink... without having a clear plan of an establishment in which I can relieve myself.

So I found myself in the streets of the Sunset District in San Francisco.  I parked... bought my pineapple buns... returned to the car and had a moment of decision.  Do I drive to find a public bathroom? Or do I roam the streets in hopes of finding a restaurant, Starbucks, teashop, to do my thang.  I opted for the latter.  

As I traversed the Irving Street... there was nothing available for me to drop-in.  Went about 5 blocks one way... then had to turn back.  There was a sports bar that was kinda rowdy... but didn't want to get dirty looks.  There was a restaurant that explicitly says, "No Public Restroom.  Don't Even Ask."  In finally made it back to where I started and found a chinese bakery.  The cashier was busy with a customer so I danced around the corner to where the bathroom is... only to see a sign "Out of Service."  Darn!!!  

Was out of options... I had to drive to a local church or a gas station... or maybe google "Restroom" and see what comes up.  Lo and behold... 2 blocks away was a park with a restroom.  Of course!! Public parks!!  So I ran tot he car... busted a U-wee... scadaddled through traffic.... almost ran over a little boy on his bike... and voila... here I was.  

This time... I made sure the entrance said "Men." 

This time... I made sure there were... uh... urinals.  

This time... I took my time and let it splash and flow.  Ahhhhhhhh..... relief never felt sweeter.