Nothing beats the bond of family. Ever. No matter how badly I mess up or how long it's been since I've seen my family, they are always there for me. They will always think I am #1, as I them. Family is my blood. My soul. My genetic bond.
When I was younger, I would always see my cousins every year at Chinese New Year events, birthday parties and weddings. We used to have a kiddie table at the weddings where us kids would wreak havoc. We'd break glasses and hide our evidence in the trash. As we got older, we would go to Barona's casino after Chinese New Years (the hustling/gambling thing runs in the family too). Then as we'd gotten even more older, years would lapse before we would see each other again.
Eight years have passed since the cousins, the same group of kids who mixed soy sauce with coca cola at the wedding tables, all saw each other again. This past weekend, we all got together to celebrate my birthday at Lucky Strike at LA Live! in Downtown LA.
Lucky Strike was a club-meets-bowling alley venue that includes a bar, lounge area, DJ, cosmic lighting and bowling. Strict dress codes and club-drink prices apply. It's not meant to be a casual neighborhood bowling alley. In fact, I see it as a typical LA lounge with the convenience of a bowling alley ($75/hr). Prices were steep and expected. And obviously, the company was funtastic.
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