The Bipolar Otaku

Yesterday I did my first "real" event at my house. I had my whole family (well, at least just the immediate family plus one of my cousins) over for lunch. Fired up the grill and put on some steaks and some chicken, served with roasted garlic and sauteed mushrooms on the side. One brother brought potato salad and cole slaw. The other brother brought an apple pie and vanilla ice cream. My mom brought egg rolls and fried rice. My cousin (who left his law practice to become a teacher in a seminar) said grace. And so we ate, openned a couple bottles of wine, watched the Michigan game, left way too many leftovers.

My cousin, who was seeing the house for the first time, remarked that my first priority in the house was immediately obvious: the kitchen. Perceptive guy.

And they all left (everyone being forced to take some egg rolls home with them). My sister did do the some of dishes, but everything else is still a mess, and I haven't had time to clean up yet.

After they left, I saw my next door neighbor out and talked with them some more. I met their 18-year-old daughter (who is wonderfully frank about giving me the dirt on everyone in the neighborhood, and who is wonderfully good looking). And then they told me who cuts all the lawns around here, and so told me to introduce myself to the family across the street from them, whose son does the mowing. And since they were about to have dinner with the family next to them, they pulled me over to meet them too. And so we sat down, had some soft drinks, talked and talked. And half an hour later (or so it felt), I finally excused myself since I was supposed to go check out my friend's new condo after running some more errands.

But that's going to be another post...