So my mom is in town to do a required CME (Continuing Medical Education), she's doing advanced trauma training, with dummies that breathe, and bleed when you cut them. Also they have to deal with actors hired to act like hysterical patients with weird symptoms. Cool huh?

Meanwhile, I'm just busy with becoming an ace attorney by playing Phoenix Wright on my Nintendo DS. Over the course of the weekend, I finally finish it. My parents got a bit worried because I kept whispering "Objection!" and blowing on my DS at 4 AM (to help dust for fingerprints). It's pretty crazy, the final case involves a guy who somehow gets murdered in 2 separate places with 2 separate murder weapons at the same exact time. Mind-bottling!

Anyway, so my dad is in town his company's annual global conference. It's a great opportunity for all the franchise owners to shmooze and get to know one another. After all, if you sell your house in San Francisco, and move to say New York, wouldn't you want prospective buyers to be instantly referred to you? The great thing about being the franchise owner in Maui is that EVERYone wanted to talk to him, since tons of people wanna move there. "Here today, gone to Maui" is what they all say :) Wearing his infamous white suit (I got my infamous cream-colored suit at the same time) He was very glad to see that a bunch of people remembered him from his debut year last year. In fact a bunch of them asked where "his" party was being held this year.

By "his" party, they meant the Hawaiian themed party thrown every year by the owner of ALL Hawaii. He subleased each of the islands to people like my dad, and together, they hosted this party every year. Apparently LAST year, my dad was so charismatic that he inadvertently fooled a bunch of people into thinking that HE was the owner of all hawaii... thus all the odd questions :)

Hehe, so this year, they threw the party at a suite at the illustrious Hooters casino/hotel. Apparently they wanted to have it at Caesar's palace which is where the convention was, but unfortunately, Caesar's doesn't allow open bars in the suites. So Hooters it is :) It was surprisingly homey, basically an overgrown restaurant that you can sleep at. They also have a small corner where Hooters girls deal blackjack, craps and roulette really slowly and awkwardly. We got a load of their famous wings delivered to the room and I spent most of my time chatting with some realtors from Australia.

I was kinda boozed up, but I do remember that they kept mentioning was that we in America don't seem to mind moving cross-country in search of opportunity, be it school or work. In contrast, they're much more likely to live in pretty much the same area they were born. In fact, they gotta fly in workers from other countries because they can't fill their jobs through inter-Oz migration. I told them that my family was a bit more jetset than most, but I appreciated what they had to say. Hmmm.... We drank and ate, then we gambled some more and I lost a lot more money incredibly quickly (yes even at the slow Hooters girls tables).

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