As for mine, well, here goes: After waiting in the frigid cold for 20 minutes, those crazy bastards decided to show their faces. Time for my passive-agresive payback.
Since I was the only one who could speak Cantonese to the waitress, I ordered everything to my specifications (that'll show them)! Riye didn't like spicy foods or vegetables, I made sure I had one of each. Jon liked Beef Rendang, a dried curry dish, so I asked her to add extra gravy. Wayne wanted 'duck blood', but what he didn't know was that it was actually 'pig blood'.
After I secretly laughed at their misfortune, I forgave them, and we had a wonderfully scrumptious time. We then went to Green Tea House (on Mott st.) and had ourselves some bubble tea and conversation. We discussed a variety of topics including Comics, Cartoons, and Anime. Seriously, what else would you expect 4 asian guys to talk about? Turkish Oil Wrestling? Only if we were gay! And we were, so we did.
Sadly, I forgot to bring my camera - I think I'll blame it on work.