Today was the 5th annual TMV dinner. We went home much earlier than usual, which I think is a sign of our aging. This year was the boys’ turn to cook, but since only 2/6 were present, it ended up being Henry cooking an 8 course meal for 9 people. I’m sure he will also list out the dishes on his blog, and I’m sure that I will get all of these names wrong, but for my own recollection…
(In the order we were supposed to eat them)
1. That duck man toe with leek thing, except without the duck. Regina’s dish because she is small.
Connie L: This is good! I don’t think I’ve ever had this before
Frances C: I don’t think you would have, since there’s usually duck
2. Seared tuna, seaweed salad, and … tamagoyaki? (I googled that under “egg sushi”) Frances C’s dish since she is more Japanese than the rest of us. I saved my tuna for last because I knew I would love it the most and no matter how full I would be (which was pretty damn full) I’d still be able to eat it (and I happily did)
3. Honey walnut shrimp – Jackie’s dish since she loves it. I ended up trading my last shrimp for Danny’s untouched seaweed salad.
Me: I’m sorry! I don’t like shrimp! And I don’t like mayonnaise. And … I don’t like walnuts …
4. Stir fried beef dish. My dish because I am a shit load of beef. Connie Y could not finish hers and distributed it to Henry’s plate when he was not looking.
5. Also with fried tofu and rice. Connie L’s dish because her dad taught Henry how to cook it, I think
6. Some sort of stir fry involving tofu and green onions and other things. Frances L’s dish because she apparently makes it 3x a week at SD
7. That cold noodle with shredded chicken and peanuts … liang mien. Connie Y’s dish because it is Taiwanese.
8. Those tan rien … like starchy balls with black sesame or peanut inside. In a very gingery soup. Everyone coughed after sipping it. HAHA
9. Apple cider with champagne and raspberries. Danny’s dish because he declared it so
I think I may have been the only person to finish every single plate. Because I have no self control. This is why running every day does nothing for me. HAHA It was good though. Thanks to Henry for pulling it off! And making everything look so pretty. I wish I had been able to take pictures, but I left my camera in Berkeley (can you believe it?!) so all pictures are on other people’s cameras. We commenced eating only an hour later than the scheduled time!
I just realized we didn’t do a toasting picture!!! Sadness. So we ate. A lot. Afterwards, Danny immediately hit food coma and napped. A minute after he woke up, we looked over and Connie L and taken his place on the couch. Caught up with one another … I noticed that sometimes the conversation would break off into three separate conversations and then slowly merge back into one rather seamlessly. That is pretty cool. Exchanged gifts with the usual difficulty that comes with it. We always want to guess who gave us the gift, but people (including me) will always forget to write who the gift is for. Then we always analyze people’s handwriting, wrapping paper, and wrapping style. I remember once Frances L had her sister write the To and From to trick us and all of us were like “but that’s not her handwriting! Whose handwriting is this!?” So we exchanged gifts, fun fun! Our curse is that no matter what, people always find out who each other’s secret santa is before the exchange date. Then we exchanged some cards. I was reminded of how two years ago, Owen wrote cards for people and all of us were like “OMG. OWEN?!?! OWEN wrote cards?!?!” I am super sad because I came home and tried looking for it and I can’t find it!
And that leads me to the actual purpose of this blog … my memory box! Or more accurately, my black adidas shoebox that stores cards and memorabilia since high school. I’m going to start using a new box starting January 1, 2010. New decade, new box. So it really is just a packrat assortment of stuff … as long as I can vaguely associate something to a memory, I keep it. I had two stacks of movie ticket stubs that I threw away a few months ago because I realized they meant nothing to me. But anyway … here is a look into some things in my box.
Every year my next door neighbor gives us some datebooks and calendars from his towing company. Whenever I go out with friends, I write it in the datebook, like today would be “5th TMV dinner – Henry, Frances L, Danny, Connie Y, Connie L, Jackie, Regina, Frances C.” It’s a really good reminder that even if I’m having a bad day, I have friends. Also, it forces me to socialize and make plans because I refuse to leave an entire week blank. I have no idea where 2007 went, and half of 2006 is essentially blank. My forgotten year.
From my days working at Souplantation. I have two name tags because I forgot to wear one once, and my manager had to make me another one. But her label maker was on some weird setting, which is why my name came out as a candy. The wood reindeer, a completely random customer gave that to me once. He was eating with his wife, and he talked to me a little and then showed me these little wooden figurines that he makes and gave one to me. I kind of want to be able to do random woodworking like this.
hahaha so the Carnival tag is from a cruise I took with Connie Y’s family … wow I don’t even really remember when. I think winter break of freshman year in college, because I remember stressing about Haas. I enjoy spending time with Connie Y and her family, but a cruise is really not a good place for me to be, since I felt so trapped. Just me on a ship with 24 hr buffets. I remember we went to the gym and I would run on the treadmill … very cool to run on a treadmill while looking out at the vast ocean. The Harry Potter glasses were given to us when we went to a midnight showing at the Krikorian, me, Connie Y, Jackie, and Danny. Back in high school when we would hang out all the time and go shopping for hours. There is a cute picture somewhere with us wearing them
To be honest, I have no idea where the heart is from. I think it came with a bouquet of candy roses – another one of those high school fundraisers. And the receipt is from the $420 full-page yearbook ad we took out for ourselves. I remember Henry walking back from school with me and we spent an entire day creating the ad. I think I had picked out pictures from the couple thousand I had taken over the (at the time) months of TMV friendship, and we just hammered out a layout. I have two yearbooks, each with about 400 pages, but that yearbook ad is the only page I turn to.
TMV dinner menus! HAHA The one on the right is from our very first TMV dinner. I will always remember the pizza, because they said their pizza pan couldn’t fit in Danny’s oven, so they had to bake it an angle, which was why it was cooked so unevenly. The left one is from the second TMV dinner, hosted by the girls. I remember the girls cutting out paper snowflakes and during dinner we were like “LOOK AT THESE DECORATIONS. YOU GUYS DON’T DO THIS” and they were like “GUYS DON’T CARE ABOUT DECORATIONS”
From a high school vegas trip, a sober one. It was me, Alvin, Danny, and Connie Y and it was one of the best vacations I’ve ever had. (Seattle/Vancouver also tops that list). There’s a pink bus ticket since we took an Asian tourbus to get to Vegas, after which we used Alvin’s minivan (the vegas TMV) and stayed at his Vegas home. I will ALWAYS remember how we woke up freaking early to catch the bus and of course didn’t have time to eat. So Alvin and Danny went off the bus to search for food, Connie Y and I were just talking. And then we look out the window and see them running across the parking lot towards the bus, with a giant cardboard box, inside is a Chinese breakfast with things like yo tiao, soy milk, fan tuan. Connie Y and I could not stop laughing at them. And then there’s our Hairspray ticket and program; we also watched Ka. And for some reason I found it necessary to keep a napkin from the Bellagio gelato store we stopped at.
This looks like complete garbage but it’s … the opposite of that. This is from a completely random gift that TMV bought me, my Canon camera. A couple of them, I think Eric, Henry, and Jackie (anyone else? I’m sorry) came up once. My mom had sent up a package of stuff with them and I glanced at it and saw some random ass paper bag and assumed it was some food. Later when we were all in my dorm room, they were like “did you see anything interesting in your package?” and I was like “… no” and they were like “what’s that?” and handed me the package and I think I was like “oh it’s probably some random thing my mom gave me” and they were like “why don’t you open it!” HAHA So I opened it and was completely surprised and like “WHAT WHY?! WHAT IS THIS FOR?!” And for a very long time, I would just slowly open each individual thing, like “OMGGG A CHARGER!!! I’VE ALWAYS WANTED A CAMERA CHARGER!” and then “OMGGG A WRIST STRAP! THIS IS SO CUTE!” and “WOWWW look a memory stick!” Henry had taken the time to “age” the bag so I wouldn’t be suspicious. ❤
I hope my next box will have just as much, if not more, meaningful stuff. I’m looking forward to seeing what the future brings. That is a super corny and cliche line. That’s what happens when I write blogs at 4am.