sushi?
when i first heard “tako sushi”… i couldn’t distinguish between c’s and k’s audibly. i thought it was mexican-japanese fusion cuisine; immediately, i had pictures of seaweed, rice, and wrapped carne asada. with those taco bell hot sauce packets drizzled all over it. okay, brb, i need to go clean all the drool off my face. hold up.
anyways, so it turns out it was just a run-of-the-mill sushi restaurant. and i mean no offense to tako sushi, it’s just that sushi restaurants.. sort of sell the same food. you know. but tako sushi had lobster. good lobster. mmmmm. and a fire pit/cooking demonstration thing, not sure what to call it… but we didn’t sit there anyway, so i didn’t really get to experience that part of it.
either way, my uncle made a big deal of coming there and ordered ridiculous amounts of food. I TOOK THAT TO BE A CHALLENGE. I CLEANED HOUSE. the rest of my family stopped eating ~10 minutes in. after the first wave of food. I CLEANED HOUSE. second wave came. it washed away my relatives. they sat there, stunned and with bellies filled. NOT I. I CLEANED HOUSE. LAST MAN STANDING. ATE IT ALL. oh man, so good.
on the way back, i played hangman with my 12 year old cousin vivienne. funny seeing these kids grow up… i remember when she was around 3 or 4, and annoying as heck. i still remember having to chase her all throughout Square One, a big mall we have in Mississauga. ughhhh. she’s older now, but still immature (aka, she likes justin bieber).
makes me feel old. one of these days i’m gonna come back and these guys are adults. 12 year old vivienne will be 21 year old vivienne. 5 year old nathan will be teenage nathan. oh geez. i’ll remember this trip fondly, but when i ask them about hey, do you remember the last time i was here? they’ll just stare blankly at me and be like… wow, who are you? weirdo. i’ll bring up the funny things that they did and they’ll just roll their eyes.
makes me think. should i take pictures, take video, utilize the technology we have in this modern era to preserve these memories and make them timeless? or should we allow time to run its natural course, and these moments enjoyed and then disappear? it’s not normal to hang on to the past. perhaps it’s for the best that, one day when my cousins grow up to be older than i am currently, i won’t have pictures to rub into their faces about how young and cute they were. i won’t have to constantly remind them about how they were when they were little; i would just be able to appreciate them for how mature and different they are then.
i can’t wait for the future.
