“I’m going to pull a dad.”

In reference to Uncle Jing-hong, a.k.a. Uncle #5 from Chicago (on my mom’s side of family, married to Aunty #5) who’s close to turning 70 but seems to be my most handy and energetic uncle who’s willing to jump into any situation and fix things. He taught me how to change a flat tire in college in case I was ever stuck out on the roads of Chicago and he was the first to jump into the trunk of my car when I locked my keys in the car at my brother’s wedding. (He tried to unlock the car with a coat hanger through the cat-door-sized opening through my back seat armrest.)

I can reach the lock!

But when it comes to dinner time, it’s been told that if he ever has a glass of wine or if he’s tired, he’ll often close his eyes and take a nap at the dinner table while everyone else continues on. So tonight, I had a dinner with my favorite twin cousins (Jid and Donna) at Kirala, and near the end of dinner, Jid was so tired she said she was going to pull a dad. So she did just that as Donna and I finished off the Hamachi Teriyaki and Seafood Yakiudon dishes. Our third dish, the Beef Sukiyaki was good but a bit too salty. I love coming up to Nor Cal…and what a treat to be with both cousins! Good thing Donna’s hanging out in Nor Cal on her winter break and avoiding the Chicago blizzard of 2011.

Too bad the waiter had a shaky hand and was a little off in the centering.

Also, apparently some Chinese names have meaning and tradition behind them and are passed down through the characters. We’re not sure where this tradition comes from, but for some of us, we inherited our mom’s first name as our middle name. Growing up, my mom once explained to me that she did that so I would never forget her name in case we were ever separated (perhaps this is a carry over in reference to war times when such things might happen or it seems to be just a distant dream or fleeting impression of such a thought in my head for some reason). Anyway, since my cousins are twins, they had to start sharing early on; after Aunty #5′s name “Mei Huei” one got the Mei and the other got the Huei. So the Mei was Americanized to May and the Hui somehow got lost in translation and turned into Wynne. Figure that one out…and you wonder why some of us have an identity crisis growing up Asian-American.

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