I am currently…
a) procrastinating and
b) had an urge to blog so I thought
c) why not procrastinate productively and
d) indulge a request I received earlier today by
e) writing another post about upcoming attractions?
NOTE: I apologize for ending a “bullet” with the word “and” more than once. Hey, at least it wasn’t consecutive.
In any case, I haven’t mentioned this, but one feature of this completely random blog of teenage (and occasionally angst-ridden *or more than occasionally*) musings will be a (most likely cynical) analysis of the numerous high-end events I attend with my extremely socially-and-politically active father. [Excuse the run-on sentence.]
For those of you that don’t know, my dear old daddy-o is a leading figure in our community and other scattered parts of NYC. We can’t
-walk ten steps in the Main Street area without bumping into/being hailed in Mandarin or Chinglish by some acquaintance or other
-he appears practically every other day in local newspapers
-runs a talk show on Sunday that has been going on for seven years now
and still can’t wash the dishes properly. Men.
Well, this D-list fame has spilled over to me, at least in our area. Random old Asian ladies will interrupt my boutique-hopping on weekends to gush about how much I’ve grown and how talented/gifted/lovely I am when I can barely remember their faces, let alone their names. Recently the gushing over my academic and instrumental prowess has been accompanied by an exclamation over my vocal talent (which I admittedly don’t mind); a direct result of being fortunate enough to make my real vocal debut in the Grand Ballroom of the Sheraton Hotel during one of the greatest international business affairs on the Asian radar. [Specifically the 26th World Chinese Traders Convention, hosted by, of course, my dad. Who, despite being adept in front of the camera at press conferences, tends to behave rather childishly whenever I try to snap a photo. Tsk.]
In any case, I’ve been event-hopping with him ever since I moved back to Queens following my mother’s death a couple years back. Recent highlights have been the Grand Hyatt Hotel in downtown Manhattan, a lovely cross-country club in Long Island, Queens Crossing, etc. And apparently there are some more events lined up for this weekend which I’ll attempt to blog about if I can stop procrastinating long enough to do it.
Hopefully you’ll have gotten the idea by now and won’t mind my returning to my AP world history textbook and the entire chapter of completely unread pages I have to master before 12 AM.
Happy Wednesday in advance!
xo
Kari
