The Icing Fight

Trip Start Mar 21, 2005
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Saturday, October 8, 2005

After a long day with the monks, we were exhausted and hungry, leaving for dinner at Benzilan, where we stopped at our regular place, our "Cheers" our "Paul's". Unlike Cheers, however, no one knew our names, but they are still always glad we came. Like Paul's on the Eastern Shore of Virginia, where my grandfather and I used to hang out drinking coffee and chocolate milk shakes, respectively, our regular place, had that small town feel. I felt at home.

All of us--Xiao Lin, Jin Hui, Yunhua, Gomba, Jonathan, and I--ate a large dish of river fish and potato soup, complete with the miniscule and dangerous fish bones.

Following dinner, Gomba left mysteriously with Jonathan. A few minutes later, the waitress brought out a birthday cake with thirty-four candles, two of which were still lit. I blew out the remaining candles and made a wish. Nearby, a group of eight-year olds were also celebrating a birthday.

I cut the cake, laden with icing.

From my left a quick hand swiped a swath of icing across my face--the waitress. I should have known. This was the waitress that enjoyed flirting with us as well as slapping Jonathan gently with a rice paddle.

Pandemonium ensued.

Soon we were all covered in icing and the other birthday party had joined the ruckus, along with all the restaurant staff. Patrons fled. I chased the waitress into the streets. Children chased Gomba and Jonathan. Jonathan and Gomba chased children. I chased children, too, all covered in icing. Yunhua was nowhere to be seen, hidden, smart.

Laughing, out of breath, and happy, we washed our clothes and faces of icing.
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carolyn
carolyn on Oct 21, 2005 at 03:02AM

the icing fight
Hilarious!

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