The Penalty Box

It is the year of the boar, so ham it up this year fellow 2007 - 12n where n is an integer birth years.  That statement would be nerdier if I wasn’t so lazy to figure out how to put in Greek characters.  And yes that pun was intended.

Last night’s new year’s eve dinner was long, as expected, but under the usual two and a half hours.  Total time spent was about four hours though.  40 minutes each way to and from the restaurant and a 45 minute wait for a table even with a reservation.  The place was crazy busy, as would be expected on the new year’s eve.  People were still showing up after 9:30, which was around when we left.  Folding chairs were being used along with extra tables in order to pack the place to the gills.  Service was pretty fast though, which was impressive given the sheer number of people eating, ordering and, in some cases, being giant asspirates.  I really couldn’t be in food service, especially in a Chinese restaurant.  I’d tell off too many people.  My aunts and uncles changed tactics this year to pile more food on my plate though.  Instead of “you’re a growing boy” like almost every family gathering, this time it was “you have to eat your sister’s share.”  Hooray.
Good health and prosperity to all.  Congratulations to those who didn’t eaten by a lion.