The Best Weekend From Hell Ever

This last weekend I let my gorgeous friend Ivy talk me into a road trip up North, to attend the wedding of a couple of her college friends. I accepted because Ivy is always good company, and it was an excuse to get out of town and see a new city, Davis CA; and of course to meet new people.

So the weekend played out like this: Friday night spent with 2nd Generation Vietnamese graduate students watching them getting drunk as hell on a local beverage called the Wiki Wacky Woo; Saturday a Catholic wedding and reception mostly held in Vietnamese, with maybe three White people in attendance. It was a recipe for alienation, especially the drinking. I'm old enough to be those guys' dad, and I was never in a Frat so sport drinking is still an exotic thing to me. By the way, ever seen someone throw up RIGHT AT THE TABLE? I'm not naming names.

But weirdly I didn't feel especially alienated by the weekend. It felt, in fact, just like a weekend in Santa Cruz or Vegas or anywhere I usually go for a vacation. And that's what worries me now. I didn't feel more cut off from humanity than usual because I never feel LESS cut off. My whole life is a Vietnamese wedding weekend, except for the specifics.

On the plus side, I didn't feel uncomfortable with this arrangement either, so maybe it just means I've made my peace with you earthlings. In fact, I had a pretty good time. Plus the food (and oh, there was a lot of food) was great. Did you know you can chicken-fry lobster? So on the whole, taking everything into account including the horror at discovering the true awful nature of my life, it was a nice change of pace.