Every time we go to that place, the Arabic manager guy advertised the buffet dinner for 60 RMB every Monday nights from 6-9. The girls wanted to go there tonight, so we invited some people and the "some people" ended up being a crazy number of people. In the end, we had the whole family (minus a cousin) plus the distant relatives and Berney.
Thanks to John’s (jesus) special power we got the special room where we could sit on the floor. We found out the buffet didn’t start until 7, so we chilled while the older dudes and Val shared a sheesha.
|Look at all those foreigners.|
|Papa John, Aunty Tom, and Uncle Heys|
|Distant relatives Raf and Carrie|
The buffet started when I returned from fetching Berney from the station. The buffet was not comparable to any of Toronto’s but it was still decent. The “hommos” was lacking tahini, pita was too thin and un-pitaish, and falafel/shwarma service was pretty slow… The falafel that I did get to eat on the other hand…really nice.
As it was still too early to call it a night, we headed off to La Bamba’s where Cam and Sigrid teamed up and played against Valentina and Tom for a game of pool.
One of the nicest things someone has said to me all week:
“ You should run for world leader. You’re so peaceful and nice.”
I’ve been told on numerous accounts that I’m always happy. To add on to being happy, I have a really high voice that I never knew I had until my stay here in BJ. Frankly, I admit I’ve said and done things that gives me a reputation of being a “peaceful, “jolly”, “always so happy" person. Although people rarely question why I am like this, I started to wonder why I’m so happy all the time. Aunty Tom gave a simple explanation: I’m a 20 year old girl. Simple, but true. As I ponder about my happiness and reach a definite answer of what makes me happy, that simple statement will hold the truth.