First off, a happy, happy birthday to Adam. What do you want for a present?
Had a most enjoyable time last night, as the MacGillicuddy called up unexpectedly wanting to go have dinner together. As I was bushed from a bad day of hassling with ASP, SQL, and the horror that is Microsoft Great P(l)ains, I suggested he grab us some Chinese takeout and meet me at my place around 7. He showed up quite promptly with lo mein and General Tso’s chicken, and we settled down to a fantastic little time.
For all the turbulence my being his big sister has caused, it’s a little amazing to see how well we mesh otherwise. I streamed the John Mayer concert via BroadQ to the TV in the living room, and we sat with guitars in our lap, oohing and aahing over the solo work. The cats, being familiar with him, eventually ended up sitting on the couch with us and begging for table scraps.
It seems all a very far cry from when we were growing up, barefooted and wild, back in Manila. As I lit an incense stick right before we sat down, I looked over to where he was laying out the place settings and asked, “Do you remember when we were little and you used to pull sticks out of the walis tingting and stick them in a fire? Then you’d wave it near my face, even though I told you not to, and you ended up burning my face badly that one time?”
It’s true. He whipped it back and forth in the air rapidly, making patterns of light in the air, and he waved it menacingly close to me