April 16th, 2012 // 6:01 pm @ Wendy and May
Well, my mother’s birthday came and went and we finally took her to the Korean bathhouse up north as her present. As you can tell, she did not kill either one of us for our tattoos, which is totally awesome; I kind of like breathing and stuff. In fact my mother was pretty cool about the whole marring your skin. So here is how it went down whether you want to know or not:
Mom: Yeah (getting down to her skivvies)
Me: I kind of have a surprise for you. I mean it might not be a happy surprise, but…
Mom: What? You have a tattoo?
Me: How did you know?
Mom: What else can it be?
Me: Well, Patrick wanted something to symbolize how close we are even though we’re so far away from each other. (Yes, I threw my brother under the bus. I thought it would be best since my brother is made of gold in my mother’s eyes. Sorry, Pat! The upside is you saved our lives! )
Me: You want to see?
Mom: (takes a glance and sighs) It’s ugly. (continues to take off her clothes)
Me: What?! Never mind. Cedric told me to preface the whole conversation with I’m pregnant and then say I’m kidding and show you the tattoo. So atleast I’m not pregnant, right Mom?
Mom: Yeah. Yeah. (Has no interest in me what so ever)
So that is what happened. She said the symbolism for my love for my siblings is ugly. What the… Oh well, at least my sister and I are both alive and the bathhouse experience was quite interesting. You walk around with everything hanging out all which way and sit in all the different hot rooms and you pay extra for some tiny Korean ladies to molest you. Hahaha…what I meant by that was that we got a major scrub down with salt and at one point I swear that my little Asian lady’s hand slid down my behind like she was swiping a credit card. I’m sure she was just trying to be thorough, but it was totally unexpected. You ladies out there should really try Olympus Spa. The scrub leaves you baby soft and the heated rooms really relax the muscles. Sorry guys, girls only. Anyways, I also have some sad news. Our Kiyomi will be leaving us in June to move to San Francisco to get back into the baking scene. She does make a mean danish and I’m not talking about that nasty flat stuff at Costco, but a real danish with all the beautiful layers and the fresh fruit filling. Her croissants are pretty awesome too with the crisp flaky layers and the rich buttery taste. Oooooh…I really want one. Throughout pastry school she has always had the delicate hands and the instructor dubbed me the brute and he also express deep sympathy for whomever is my boyfriend. How rude, right? Anyways, everyone wish her luck and much happiness. May good fortune and bliss follow you where ever you may be, Kiyomi. We will miss you greatly. You should also make us some croissant before you go. Oooh…those twice baked ones with the frangipane and the syrup. That would be so awesome. Okay, people, have a wonderful rest of the week and lets all try to persuade Kiyomi to make us some croissants or something. You guys should also come by and try the biscotti’s she made. They taste like s’mores.