I'm flying out on the redeye this Thursday night and arriving in London on Friday morning. I'm terrified of meeting my parents. Mostly, I keep wondering what my dad looks like after two years, a cancer diagnosis, and the beginning of treatment. Is he suddenly old and haggard now? Will I see his death in his face? I'm frightened that I'll take one look at him and start to cry. But I'm also afraid that I'll bottle everything up and show no emotion at all, which would be even worse.
I hope my mother and I behave ourselves.
If you are in London on Saturday night and you wish to stalk me, I've set aside the evening for meeting with Internet friends. The plan is for me to wait at the Saigon Mekong Restaurant for a couple of hours. If anyone shows up, I'll have a friend. If nobody does, I'll eat by myself and cry into my vermicelli noodles.
48 Queensway, Bayswater, London, W2 3RY Map
Telephone: 020 7229 9111
Saturday August 27
I'll see you there. Or not.