Of Tea And Wedding Dinners.

The emo kid stares depressingly at his glass of Chinese tea. He has a bleak outlook on life, love, and of course, wedding dinners, which is a shame, because he happens to be at one. All around him, his relatives are acting in accordance to the great Chinese traditions, namely boozing, yelling, and yelling even louder as a result of excessive boozing. He shakes his head in a decidedly despairing manner, and wonders how many dishes have to be served before he can leave. He searches for the by now long forgotten menu underneath the mass of crockery and used napkins. Finally, he finds it, wipes off the spilled sauce, and-- "Crud. It's in Chinese".

He goes back to staring at his tea.