we're doing some sort of Chinese New Year thing over here being new year's eve and all...and since we're in Aussie, we're assimilating.
We're having a BBQ. HAHAHAHAHA. As if Gerri and I aren't assimilated enough.
We are also having yu sang though and apparently it's only a Singapore thing. In-teresting.
and me? well, being the peranakans gerri and I are, we're doing fusion. I've got the ikan bakar. I believe she's got the kueh-kueh covered. My nails are stained with tumeric. This sucks.
Over 8 gay men and about 5 straight guys and 3 straight girls. PhD's girl has never met a homosexual in her life before and is petrified. PhD and I are suitably amused.
StoryGuy is homophobic but is coming to see what all the fuss of "chinese thanksgiving" is all about. (it's my fault - that's the best analogy I could come up with, besides demanding that wearing black would entitle him to being unceremoniously kicked out)
This is going to be one in-teresting night.
NB: In-teresting is meant to be pronounced the way it's spelt. Emphasis on "IN" as in Mr. Burns-style IN-teresting.
P/S No I haven't gotten rid of my fear of dead fish, my love for food just far outweighs my fear of dead fish. I cover the fish face with alo foil and slice, baste and grill away.