Not That Kinda Auntie

"Is your sister coming home for dinner tonight?" mom asked bro the other day.

"Nope, I think she's got an appointment with her mahjong kakis," he replied.

My mom's eyes became as wide as saucers.

"My little girl (yes, she still calls me that!) has started playing mahjong? Oh my..."

Of course my brother assured her that my mahjong kakis were actually referring to my stage buddies. None of us really know how to play mahjong wan.

Mahjongs (a game comprising of ivory-like tiles with pictures and symbols on them) are normally associated with gossipy aunties and such ala The Joy Luck Club. Although I do know of peers who have played mahjong at a very young age.

But I can imagine what must have gone through my mom's mind. That I hardly seemed like the type to be a mahjong auntie. And that if I were indeed a mahjong auntie, then she would be the mother of a mahjong auntie. If there's anything worse than being a mahjong auntie, it's being the mother of one. Yikes.

But my mom should have nothing to worry about. For Flo and I have made a pact to not look like those aunties who sit around with curlers in their hair, play mahjong and gossip all day long. If we must be aunties, then we shall do it with dignity and flair.

So if any of you catch ever me sliding into the mahjong auntie state, print out this blog entry thwack it on my curler-riddled hair. I might even thank you for it.

I may look like a dishevelled auntie but I shall resist curlers till the very end!