Lost In Translation
My first few days at college, I didn’t know a soul so I wandered into the dorm lobby and hung out by the pool table. Eventually I started playing with an asian student. Eventually I met his friends, and 15 years later three of us are still close friends who live and work in northern california. One of them is getting married in December, which means I now know his fiancee and her friends and her family. Yesterday, at a restaurant to sample the food that’ll be served at the wedding banquet, I stood out as the lone caucasian at a table of chinese and filipino guests. From a blurry distance, I probably looked like a marshmallow floating on top of a sea of butterscotch.