Chip is in town only until Friday when he goes back down to San Diego for school so I’ve been cognizant of the passing time and trying to book as much sibling/family time as possible. Hence, paintballing last Saturday and a homemade dinner at my apartment on Monday night.
I thought we were supposed to have a family dinner night tonight at Hakka Restaurant in the Outer Richmond. We’ve been there a few times and it’s always had delicious Chinese food. Chip asked whether I was free Wednesday night a few days ago and I thought plans were set.
So when I texted him this afternoon confirming that he was still going to pick me up, I was surprised when he texted back,
Chip: “Nope, not coming to pick you up. Dad bailed on dinner tonight.”
“Why?! I’m going to have to have dinner all by myself because Michael is at Spanish class! Tonight was perfect.”
Chip: “Well, Dad said we should go only when Michael is free.”
“I thought it was a family dinner. Michael isn’t family. I want to go to dinner.” *Giant pout*
M loved it when I told him of this exchange. I’m not quite sure whether I’ve ever covered on this blog that horrendous night when M “met the parents” at my house Fall of 2009. It really was just “meet the dad,” but wow, it was bad. Won’t go into it now, I think M has earned the privilege of that story. Anyway, suffice it to say that having my dad include M as part of the family is quite something.
Anyway, to cut the rambling, since I wasn’t being treated out to dinner, I had to come home and cook for myself. Question: why do all of my “scrambles” turn out looking like barf? I put peas in my half tofu/egg scramble to brighten it up, but the peas just ended up looking like little troll eyes. Meh. I ate it anyway.
Sure wasn’t yummy Chinese food though.
Maybe I’ll go bounce on my exercise ball now.