But the Alamo doesn’t have a basement
Like a good roommate, I informed Ming Na that I was headed out of town for a few days, and gave him my mom’s number in case there was an emergency. To which he responded that his “girlfriend from Hong Kong” would be in town over the weekend.
My feelings were twofold: mild shock at his alleged heterosexuality and mild regret that I wouldn’t be in town to witness it.
Lavern (mom) announced that she was taking Friday and Monday off when I come to visit. I reckon she, Jo, Marie, (sisters), and Ashley (niece) will all be at the airport to pick me up tomorrow, provided my body isn’t a mangled, incinerated mess from the plane having been piledrived into the side of some skyrise. I’m even told Petula (grandma) will be in town. It’s all a bit overwrought, but as long as I get some me time (shopping/clubbing), I’m good.
Pray for swift passage on the fiery—I mean, friendly skies for me!
