The guys were gracious enough to vacate the first floor so we could have our estrogen parade in the kitchen. Once in a while, Marek checked in, brewed fancy tea for us, and put on fantastic jazz - Charlie Parker, Dizzy, Coltrane, Miles Davis, all on vinyl.
What do 3 Asian girls have in common? Let's see - demanding mothers, impossible mother-in-laws, Korean dramas, love of food, boy gossip, the cliche 'coming to America' experience, our Caucasian counterparts and the compromises we make, going home, comparisons of Japanese/Chinese/Korean stereotypes... The hours flew by. Everything about the whole afternoon was so cliche, it shouldn't be a shock if I said it helped me get in touch with my roots. (Cliche!) It was like chicken soup for the soul.
As dinnertime approached, the guys set up the table, chilled the sake, and decanted the wine; we must've made over 250 dumplings, they likened us to a dumpling factory. We dined with Peruvian music for some global well-roundedness.
It was a blast - nothing is more satisfying than a dinner with friends.
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And now, the story told in images:
Once upon a time, there were 3 Asian girls...
... who decided to have a dumpling party...
... and invited their beaux and friends for a jolly good time...
Tasty home brew, lovingly made right in their basement
All's well that ends sweetly:
Home-made apple pie, choc cake, and British bubble tea (made with Earl Grey)
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