The grill in the background.
Nothing says college like a party.
My friend Zaza held a post-Eid Day/College Reunion party at her house. She invited old college friends and old school friends (in which explains me being there). It was a simple BBQ party, with of course, two grills, chicken wings and lamb, roasted peppers, salads, fried rice and noodles, and of course, unlimited punch.
Some of the faces were pretty familiar, because in 2008 I visited Hana and Zaza in Canberra, Australia and they introduced me to most of their collage gangs. Mimi was there as well, so I wasn’t the only hey-you’re-not-from-ANU-why-are-you-here girl. After the party ended of course there was the after-after party. It was Zaza’s birthday so we bought a big fat cake, sat around the living room eating cakes with forks, and did what college students always do – talk about nothing.
Well, not exactly nothing. I can definitely remember a topic about ‘why do boys relate EVERYTHING to porn?’ and an extensive discussion on how English is so terrible in China they had humungous signboards that say stuff like ‘NOKIA – Connocting Poopie’. Awesome dish, that is.
It’s good sometimes to step out from the role of a 23 year-old working girl with a 9 to 5 job, back into the shoes of a college girl who spends her weekend restaurant-crawling and attending gatherings and discussing mindless things. So when you get back to work on Monday, you feel happier that you at least relived those awesome-est moments of your life.