my friend jing wei

Here's how it went down a couple of months ago:

Scene: Lau Yee Chai elevator, sometime after a prolonged lunchtime meeting of an "organization" of over a hundred women, each with her very own agenda to push. Mine was eating and running, but as usual, mine got shelved.

JW's mom: Eh! Jing Wei! You take aunty home.
JW: No! That's way out of my way!
JW's mom: And while you at it, you take me home too.
JW: MOM! NO! I'm going over to MJ's house to look at the photos of her trip.
JW's mom: Oh good, we just on the way then. What you mean, out of you way. Is right on the way. Sheeeee.

Cut to the frosty ride home.

JW's mom: I sign you two up to chair next year fashion show.
JW: WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!??????????????????????
MJ: Hey, that sounds like fun!
JW: You be quiet. Mom, we don't have enough experience! Or time!
JW's mom: You don't need experience, you just make committee. You tell committee, you do this, you do that, no problem.
MJ: See, J? No problem.
JW: You be quiet!
MJ: Sounds like fun, Mrs. JW.
JW's mom: See, Jing Wei. You have fun. [Gets out of car.]
MJ smiles brightly at JW: Well now. Where do we start?
JW: You be quiet!

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So she was right, fashion show coordination is a gargantuan pain in the ass. The fun kind, I guess, if such a thing exists, but a pain in the ass nonetheless. And we haven't even scratched the surface as far as getting important things done. We have so far booked the hotel, gotten verbal enlistment from a vendor, and are starting to pull together a committee. So far so good, but still such a long way to go till next May.

Ever want to go back in time and just tell yourself to be quiet?