The Duc Pond

(Note: It’s Saturday as far as I’m concerned)

I got up at 6:30 this morning to take Quynh to Rutgers for her orientation. I managed to catch Melissa before she left with Vu and Paulo for Pittsburgh. Gina was kind enough to take me to lunch at the dining hall, and then I got back and chilled for a little bit when my sister called and said she was done. No chance for a nap, so I drove home pretty damn tired. It was probably the shortest Rutgers trip I’ve ever taken.

My parents took me out to dinner for my birthday (no real reason why it was on the 17th rather than the 18th, but this was fine by me). We went to the same place that I took my mom for Mother’s Day (which I neglected to record). I enjoyed the food last time and we were treated well. This time I ordered pho and it was probably the worst I’ve had. Broth was watery and there wasn’t enough meat. Service sucked too. We didn’t get enough utensils and when my dad asked for a spoon the waiter just took my sister’s spoon and gave it to him! WTF? The restaurant is owned by one of my coworkers’ parents, which is cool, but I doubt I’ll be going back there anytime soon.

I guess I’m 23 now. That sucks! I wanted to stay 21 forever, but I figured 22 was OK too. 23 is getting too old, though, and as Blink 182 notes, nobody likes you at that age. I know I’m still young, and people at work make fun of me for being so young, but I sure feel old. Being old sucks, not just because you’re closer to dying, but also because you start getting uglier and less healthy. Normal people don’t get depressed about aging until they’re like 30, but I’m quite ready to fight it.