So after a whole afternoon of not talking cause of the fight we had last night, my dad decides to barge into my room and yell at me to go to some business dinner thing. I was like nope. And he was like Oh hohoho, but it is in ur best interest to go to this dinner. And every nigga in my house knows what that means. It doesn’t mean nigga u gonna get beat if you don’t go, it means go and theres a hefty reward for you. So I was like ALRIGHT LEGGO! Choose my outfit and I’ll go shower. So we go to Harbor City Mall where the restaurant it. Its pretty chill and shit. Then we’re early so we walk around the mall a little. We go to G2000, and my dad goes, 1500$, You have until 6:30 before we have to go to the restaurant. Okay so G2000 is like Hong Kong’s version of Express. Its mostly formal clothes with a small section for casuals. But being me and having a retarded body size, I can’t buy any formal clothes in new york cause a XL in kids is too small and a XS in adults is too big. So I went crazy. Got 2 custom tailored dress pants and 6 dress shirts that fit better than my skin. Shits cray. I loved it. 

Then we get to the dinner and everyone starts to arrive. They are all Americans who learned chinese to work business here. When they asked me where I went to school I was like Stony…and they were like OH I have a ____ that goes there. And I was like coolstorybro. But not really cause that’s rude. So they like go around the table to introduce themselves and I was like :O. Like I was so embarrassed. Like I’m normally embarrassed to say I go to stony but this time was legit just embarrassing. All of these people graduated Ivy’s or like really prestigious colleges like UChicago and stuff. So at the start of dinner we open 3 bottles of wine for 6 people (including me) and so theoretically there’s half a bottle a person. We split the first bottle and everyone is fine. Half way into the 2nd bottle 1 guy and 1 girl are like shitfaced. Completely red and like I was like Okay keep calm, don’t laugh, this is probably really really normal seeing as how we are in Asia. So we finish the 2nd bottle and a 2nd guy is shitfaced red. I don’t get red. Ever. Well I probably do, just not easily. So they’re all like well we opened all 3, so we have to finish it. So my dad was looking at me thinking I’m this perfect little angel who has never touched liquor ever. And then he’s like why aren’t you red. I’m retardedly giggling at him and I’m like, Dad I don’t get red. And he’s like well drink up. So nigga fills up my cup and I’m like dudeeeeeeeee nooooo. And hes like just cheers everyone and drink it. So I was mad annoyed because at this point I have had around half a bottle not including this full cup. And I don’t like red wine to begin with. So the asshole from UChicago goes “oh hes still young, he should (idk what the word is in english but its pretty much chug it. Like finish off the cup)” So my dad was like yeah yeah! do it. And i was like -.- r u forrealz right now!? And hes like just do it, it looks bad if you don’t. So I do it and then the nigga refills my cup. So I have a full cup and he distributes the rest to the table and then I have to finish it. By the end of dinner I’m ready to just sleep it off on the sidewalk and I’m not even starting to pink. We say our goodbyes and they’re like if medicine doesn’t work out for you, definitely go into business cause you have the alcohol tolerance. Little did they know I was pretty much piss drunk after my 2nd cup. Nigga owes me again tmr.