What
does the 4th of July mean to me? As Americans filled the streets with
their own families in the morning, Vickson and I joined the crowd as well. Our
first stop was the American Visionary Art Museum, where a special kind of
parade was being held. Butt sniffing, four-legged creatures were donned in patriotic
colors alongside their owners. Us two were petless, so we just loitered for a
bit before climbing up Federal Hill Park.
Thick
grey clouds hovered over the harbor, but it didn’t rain. The funky weather that
may not necessarily deliver is yet another quirk of Baltimore. However, the
view from on top the hill overlooking the harbor formed a new sense of
bewilderment. The same scene, yet felt different from above. I wonder if it was
because of the height, or was it the pang of hunger? *grins*
We went
to Mekong Delta for lunch. The place apparently serves the best Vietnamese
cuisine in Baltimore. I was unfortunately disappointed with the taste of the
pho I ordered. Instead of the rich beef broth, I got a bowl of ajinomoto soup. Well,
at least we can be sure to never return. Vickson scoffed at its wall of
achievements, adding that he was pretty sure they got those awards just because
they may have been the only ones around.
Shortly
after the meal, we went back to my apartment for a rematch. For that game of
chodaidi, I won Vickson ten to three. JiChen texted to say that he will be
reaching at 3pm, but the fellar only showed up at 5.30pm. Between those two
hours, I could tell that Vickson was losing his patience. Don’t worry, I found
myself constantly pacifying him with those words. I figured out that Vickson
really hates whiners, and in some way, I felt like the meeting between him and
JC was going to be pretty disastrous.
Heck,
there wasn’t much to do about it. I had to be the middle one, calming down both
sides. They met rather awkwardly, and despite it being the first time they meet,
Vickson wasn’t going easy on him. You see, JC got too comfortable and resorted
to a whole lot of complaining. Vickson gave him the run-down of his own
thoughts, mainly on JC’s missteps in decision making. I understand where
Vickson was coming from, but the boy was being a lil too hostile towards a
stranger. That’s the thing with some seniors, who seem to think that they can
act high and mighty. He’s not the first of my friends to behave like so. But JC
was a pretty good sport, choosing to set aside his ego and just continue his
complaining.
Funny,
I was sandwiched between a complainer and a bulldozer. Not the ideal kind of
threesome, but I suppose, but hey it’s the Fourth of July. People do crazy
things right? After a good Thai meal, we went forth to the Inner Harbor for
some fireworks show.
Tamaya,
Vonnie S.
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