Dinner party

We're at my grandparents' house, and my mom is preparing dinner for several people, including some of my friends - Krishnan, Stephen, and Ling. My friends are already there, and we're waiting as my mom is setting out some delicious looking food dishes on the table. They look like traditional Chinese food. There's about enough for the 8 or so people who are eating. Two more people come in the front door, so we pull two more chairs up to the table for them. Then the missionaries come in and sit down too. More and more people keep arriving. I go to the front door and hold it open for the guests who are coming in. After holding the door for a good while, I start thinking to myself, "wow, are they never going to stop coming? There are so many!" There is obviously not going to be enough food for everyone.

Finally, the stream of newcomers finally ends, and I close the front door, not wanting to hold it for whoever was going to come next. I walk back into the adjoining dining room and find that my mother has cut up the food into small chunks and inserted toothpicks so that everyone can snack. There is also now stadium seating with comfortable movie theater style chairs surrounding the small dining room table.

A new stream of people has entered the house and are now walking by me. A girl who I like walks by me and finds a seat in the second row of the blue stadium seats. She is followed by several other people, including Lindsay, who I also have a crush on. How awkward, to have two people I like right next to each other in the same room. Who will I spend my time with? As she walks by me, I notice that Lindsay has gotten really fat, almost as if her whole body had an allergic reaction to something she ate. Somehow I knew it was only temporary, and because of her crohns disease. After she passes me, a bratty little kid makes fun of her weight. I don't yell at him, but am pretty mad at the kid for teasing her. She and the people around her also take their seats on the second row.

I look for a seat next to one of the two girls, but they're both occupied on both sides. So instead I take an empty seat between the both of them. I say hi to the guy next to Lindsay, and he haughtily replies, "I don't talk to people who hang out on IRC." wow. Did he really just say that? I got the distinct impression that he was calling me a freak.

I decide to get some food while there's still some left and head for the table. Some of the original guests who were there first had taken plates full of food back to their seats in the stadium, but I could see that there was definitely not enough food for me to do the same. I get some rice and a few things to go on it.

I go into the kitchen. Somehow I knock down a dozen of eggs, but I catch it before it hits the floor. Even so, the sheer force of the fall causes all the eggs to crack open inside the clear, plastic carton. One of the eggs falls out, but the rest are contained safely as an eggy mess inside the carton. My grandma walks in the back door, carrying groceries. She sees the carton of eggs that I still have in my hands, which apparently she had misplaced, and said, "thank goodness! That's one less dozen of eggs I'll have to buy in this lifetime."