Aunt Nga's Wedding

Well, I thought that was a pretty nice wedding. My Aunt Nga married this dude Nhan, who is a real good man and I am certain they’ll have a great life together. The DJ kinda sucked and the food wasn’t incredible. But it was a fun time, and overall a very nice wedding.

Except for one thing.

When I held out my wine glass to be filled by a waitress, she gave me the most condescending look and said to me: "I’m coming back with grape juice for you unless you can show me ID." Incidentally, I left my wallet at home and no matter what people said, she wasn’t going to fill my glass. And they were carding people at the open bar as well, so I was just very pissed and annoyed and wanting very much to get drunk.

Normally, it wouldn’t be a big deal — me being an easy going guy and all. Normally I would have said that she’s just doing her job and it’s all good in the hood. But last night I was pissed. I needed liquor in me. So I could go out on the dance floor and show ’em my moves.

So for the rest of the night, Vu snuck me glasses of wine and would tell me to kill the rest of his beers whenever the authorities weren’t looking. After downing two glasses of wine in ten minutes, I turned bright Stop-sign red.

Luckily for me, every Vietnamese person in that banquet hall contains the same defective gene as I do and turned bright red as well. Imagine it. A sea of red faces. Everywhere you look: red.

It was a pretty good thing I thought, because I could still remain inconspicuous.