R asked the hotel front desk how to go to Chinatown to see the celebrations of the New Year. The clerk suggested going to a special Chinese night in Soma Food Park. We didn't know what exactly that was, but upon her recommendation we decided to go. We took the bus till Van Ness/Market and then started to walk along the Eleventh Street. R was searching the exact address on her iPhone when she looked at me, laughed and said “So ancient”. I guess I sometimes am. I was looking in the city map.
We walked around 15 minutes and saw a big Costco sign on the left side. H wanted to buy something, so we spent one hour to enter, shop, buy, pay and get out. R asked the customer service to give us a plastic bag to put the stuff we bought. Out of courtesy I offered to carry the transparent bag. As I was walking and carrying it, A commented jokingly “You have been drawing our attention to the number of homeless in the streets until they increased one”.
The celebration was not as interesting as we expected. Just concession stands and a DJ playing Chinese pop songs. Each one of us bought his/her chosen dinner and we sat together inside the tent because weather was chilly outside. There was supposed to be a dragon dance later, but after almost one hour we felt exhausted given our long busy day that started early and we decided to leave. On our way out R drew our attention to a fortune teller in a corner who was reading his cards to a listening lady. A asked me if I wanted to let the teller read my future, I replied I would be the first man to do, because I have been eyeing him from inside the tent and all his clients were ladies. A sarcastically said “Macho much? Don’t be shy and wait in line” I said “No. It was just a remark. Just a remark”.
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