瀟瀟灑灑的·給我瀟灑的上機

Took mom to the airport today.  It had never occurred to me that I can go through security with her and walk with her to the actual boarding gate with an airport pass.  It makes things so much easier... for her... for TSA... and frankly for me too.  I mean... SFO is an international airport and they deal with non-English speakers as much as natives.  But it's always helpful to have someone translate. 

We got to the gate... had some time to kill so we ate an expensive Filipino meal there... which, I have to say, wasn't that bad.  Other than the price.

Then it came time for boarding.  Mom's boarding pass had her at Group F.... but the friend that bought the ticket for her signed her up for pre-boarding.  It wasn't explicit on the pass... so it was good that I went up to ask.  It was a full flight... so she may not have had room for her carry on and that woulda been a debaucle if they forced her to check it in last minute.  OMG..... 

Then it was time to board.  She grabbed her luggage... scanned her pass... and disappeared.  Without even a wave or a goodbye.  She was gone.

And I.... was genuinely emotional.  She's back in 6 days... but still... Don't know what it is about airports... separation... departures.  For a brief moment in time... I started to well up.  I'll be darned.... 

The Year of the Rat...!?! Part Quince

We'd set this appointment long before we finally caught Mickey.  And they contractors finally showed up.  The came one time to scope the scene of the crime and give a quote.  Then they came back performed major containment.  Stuffing and blocking pipes, crevices.  Created fencing for the little gaps under the garage door, even going into the crawl space to block off any possible entrance or exits to the outside world.  They went far and deep.  

In the crawl space... they said there was rat droppings everywhere.  Who knows how long Mickey has been living down there.  We had food.  And they found a leaky pipe.  So he had water.  Let's hope this is the last time I post about this topic.

Bar Experience - Part 3

I'm a big boy now. I went to the infamous Emeri's restaurant in the heart of New Orleans and sat the bar. A gentleman ended up sitting next to me.... and we both had our time to ease in... order food, play with our phones. Then I started with the same opening line the older gentleman said to me the other night, "You from outta town?" And we hit it off from there.... had a wonderful evening of sharing, eating, breaking bread... literally. I gave him a piece of my Fried Oyster Bao Bun!! Heh... bar hopping, eh??

Gumbo at Emeri's - 3 star - maybe?? 

Shrimp and Lobster dumpling with Chili Oil

Fried Oyster Bao Bun

A "Walk Home Drink" for me to sober up

Bar Experience - Part 2

 Went to eat at the bar again at another local cafe.  This time... no one spoke to me.  The guy to my left was rude and loud to the bartender/waitress.  The guy to my right ordered a plate of shrimp and bowl of gumbo and tended to himself.  I actually felt kinda sad.

Phil's Marina Cafe - Crab Cake

Softshell Crab and Gouda Grits

Bar Experience

When I'm traveling for work... I often eat at the bar.  I'll get a menu, maybe order a drink, watch some TV if there's a game on.  Get in.  Get out.

Tonight... down in NOLA... I went into a little local cafe I guess.  I've been here before so I wasn't completely a stranger.  Like last time, I was on the only Asian and at the bar, strangely enough... were all old men well into retirement age.  Did I just walk into some sorta "special" bar I wasn't aware of? Were they having a monthly gathering or meeting of the local chapter?

I was famished and just wanted to eat.  But amazingly... one of the older gentleman started striking up a conversation and he was just the friendliest guy you can encounter.  He was obviously a local... flirting with the bartender... making wise cracks with his buds.  Then another guy comes in... and he introduces me to his friend. 

It felt uncomfortable... but after awhile... I started to like it.  They weren't too intruding... giving me time to eat.  And before you knew it... he paid and left.  

A fun bar experience.  Is that what going to a bar is suppose to be like?

Fried Seafood Platter (oyster, shrimp, fish)

loaded potatoes

Chicken and sausage gumbo - 5 Star quality

When reality becomes a dream

夢境成真 is a coming term we throw around all the time.  But last night... it was the opposite.

In my dream... SW's bed was emitting a clicking sound.  So Joyce and I spent a lot of time investigating under and around his bed but couldn't find it.  Then I woke up... and realized the bathroom exhaust fan has been clicking the entire night.  That same clicking sound.  

Quick trip to Zona

NN's team has a tournament in Arizona... our first out of state tournament.  It's not like we needed to travel... it's expensive... it's a hassel... we could've done what we did locally.  And it was a shortened trip because unlike most schools, we don't have a ski week to land on.  So the kids had to hurry there and hurry back. 

Best part of the trip... other than an afternoon in Mesa with some nice local food was SW getting to visit his childhood best friend.  They first met each other in kindergarten... SW not knowing any English whatsoever.  He was the biggest kid in class... SW was the smallest.  And like Simon and Garfunkel... Pinky and the Brain.  But someway... somehow... they managed to stay close.

When COVID and they were stranded... the two of the discovered a whole new way of bonding through devices and minecraft.  Sadly.. this family had to move away after 4th grade which was a bummer.  And yet... they somehow managed to stay close.  Closer than any friend he has locally.  And from the sounds of things... his buddy never found another friend like SW.

Whenever they come out... which isn't often... the mom would make sure to give us a heads up to hang out.  And this time... when we told them we'll be in town... they changed their long weekend itinerary to accommodate our schedule.

Cheers to friendship!!!