Archive for January, 2006

Scenes From A Chinese Restaurant

Sunday, January 29th, 2006

Last night I was at a Chinese buffet with Steve. I was adding some ginger and wasabi to the tekki maki and California rolls on my dish, when a woman came up to my side.”You’re brave,” she said, pointing to the green dish of wasabi. “My mother accidentally put a whole glob of that in her mouth a few weeks ago because she thought it was guacamole.”

I laughed, and told her that the wasabi’s bite didn’t bother me very much.

“May I hug you?” she asked.

I thought this was a very strange request. Hugging someone because she can stand the heat of wasabi? Heck, whatever floats people’s boat. I let her hug me.

“I beat cancer three years ago,” she whispered in my ear as she hugged me. “Just keep on smiling, like you are now.”

She patted my arm, smiled, and walked away.


It’s a bit hard for me to think of that scene last night without getting tears in my eyes. I never, ever let the cancer define me. With the exception of my prominent chest scar and feathery new hair, there’s nothing to remind me that I did have cancer. That’s why I thought she was hugging me because of my fondness for wasabi. I sometimes tend to forget.

Scenes From A Chinese Restaurant

Sunday, January 29th, 2006

Last night I was at a Chinese buffet with Steve. I was adding some ginger and wasabi to the tekki maki and California rolls on my dish, when a woman came up to my side.

“You’re brave,” she said, pointing to the green dish of wasabi. “My mother accidentally put a whole glob of that in her mouth a few weeks ago because she thought it was guacamole.”

I laughed, and told her that the wasabi’s bite didn’t bother me very much.

“May I hug you?” she asked.

I thought this was a very strange request. Hugging someone because she can stand the heat of wasabi? Heck, whatever floats people’s boat. I let her hug me.

“I beat cancer three years ago,” she whispered in my ear as she hugged me. “Just keep on smiling, like you are now.”

She patted my arm, smiled, and walked away.


It’s a bit hard for me to think of that scene last night without getting tears in my eyes. I never, ever let the cancer define me. With the exception of my prominent chest scar and feathery new hair, there’s nothing to remind me that I did have cancer. That’s why I thought she was hugging me because of my fondness for wasabi. I sometimes tend to forget.

Kung Fu Fighting

Friday, January 20th, 2006

All day I had this strong urge to kick some ass, crimefighter style. I wanted to fly up into the air, deliver this amazing karate kick, and land gracefully, all while cheesy Seventies music was playing in the background. I think it was the boots I was wearing. Must’ve been the boots.

Kung-Fu Fighting

Tuesday, January 10th, 2006

All day I had this strong urge to kick some ass, crimefighter style. I wanted to fly up into the air, deliver this amazing karate kick, and land gracefully, all while cheesy Seventies music was playing in the background. I think it was the boots I was wearing. Must’ve been the boots.

I got the job!

Sunday, January 1st, 2006

2006 started off on a good foot for me… I got the job with the real estate magazine. I’ll either start next week or the week after, depending on when I have to go for surgery. It’s so exciting. I’ll finally get to be in New York City again, even though I’ll have to be the LIRR’s bitch five days a week. But I can live with that. Working in the city means I get to be all adultish and stuff by meeting my friends for lunch and drinks after work. Gosh, I feel old.