Don’t have any plans for the New Year weekend? Or just don’t know what’s even open? You may be snowed in in the East Coast, but if you’re in the West Coast, you’re in luck.
Where: Koyasan Buddhist Temple, 342 E. First St., Los Angeles, CA 90012, (213) 624-1267
What: Most Asian cultures consider the first day of the year to be very important and would go to a temple or shrine to offer a prayer. In Japanese it is called “Hatsu-mode” or first offering. Bishop Seicho Asahi will be officiating the the fire ritual by chanting mantras and throwing tiny sticks into a fire. If you’ve never been to one before, this is definitely something to go check out and experience. The temple will continue to be open from Jan 1-3 for visitors from 10am-5pm and will have fortune telling slips, good luck arrows, amulets, charms, and picture tablets.
Kotohajime: Hatsu Dayori “First Letters for the New Year”
When: Sunday, January 2, 2010, 1pm
Where: Little Tokyo, CA
Aratani/Japan America Theatre, 244 S. San Pedro Street, Suite 505, Los Angeles, CA 90012
What: Every year JACCC puts together a performance for the new year. This year’s theme is Hatsu Dayori, or First Letters for the New Year. There will be performances by the Los Angeles Kyudo Archery Group, Trudl Zipper Dance Institute of the Colburn School, and many more. This January for the year of the rabbit, Little Tokyo will become the center for celebrating the Japanese New Year for Southern California.
Tickets: $20 General Admission, $18 Seniors/Students/Groups, $15 JACCC members
Where: Wi Spa 2700 Wilshire Blvd, Los Angeles, CA 90057 (213) 487-2700
What: It’s a rare time to finally get some vacation time, so most people just want to relax. And that is where I say “it is time to go to a spa!!” Wi Spa is open 24 hours and yes, open on new years day. They have jim jil bang as the common area for everyone to hang out and eat. They offer body treatments, massages, and saunas. Everything a girl could ever hope for when it comes to just taking a day off from the rest of the world.
Happiest Place on Earth
What: 365 days a year … Disneyland is open to make every child’s dreams come true. If it’s been a while since you’ve been, definitely take a day out of your busy weekend to go to the happiest place on earth.
Hungry for Thai?
Where: Banana Bay 18230 Colima Rd, Rowland Heights, CA 91748
Golden Deli Vietnamese Restaurant 815 W Las Tunas Dr, San Gabriel, CA 91776
Open New Year’s Eve & New Year’s Day
What: Just in case you don’t feel like cooking at home, and want to try someplace new for some good Thai or Vietnamese food. If you go to Golden Deli, you have to try their fried egg rolls … they are to die for.
A continuing series by former ER writer and Audrey contributor Shannon Goss on life as a modern hapa Asian American woman.
Last year I attended a party that was held at a private residence in Beverly Hills. The guest list was dominated by agents, that is people whose very job it is to schmooze. One could argue that as a writer, my job is also to schmooze. Unless I want my audience to consist exclusively of my parents, then yes, networking, schmoozing, whatever you want to call it, would help.
And while I can carry a conversation, engage in witty repartee and generally avoid being a social moron, I do so only when absolutely necessary. My first instinct is to stand in the corner and eat every passing hors d’oeuvre. The food usually serves as my main talking point, “Did you try that prosciutto and goat cheese pizza?” It’s okay, I’ll say it. Sad.
Looking back, I realize that as an affable creature I peaked at age twelve. In animal terms, it went like this: As a third grader I was in the chrysalis stage, tucked away in my cocoon. I was so shy that while on a trip to Disneyland, my parents, in an attempt to raise a confident girl, wanted me to ask Mickey Mouse if I could get a picture taken with him. I was too shy, resulting in the photo seen here.
Yes, that’s my sister and me getting our photo taken with Mickey’s back.
But then as a middle school student I blossomed into a social butterfly. Every day after basketball practice while my mom was patiently waiting in the parking lot, I was busy striking up conversation in the locker room. I may not have been the best basketball player, but I was a champion chatterbox.
It does seem that the next stage for this butterfly is to slowly, but surely, turn into a hermit. That is a recluse. Oddly the second definition of hermit is: a spiced molasses cookie. That actually sounds better.
But before turning into a delicious cookie hermit I decided to give it one last go. Social or bust by way of joining Facebook. I harbored an unjustified resistance to Facebook or any other social or professional networking site. I illogically covet my privacy. Illogical given my extremely low profile. The only explanation for this behavior is, “Because I’m weird.” So I signed up only to realize a very plausible result would be that Facebook will become my great enabler. You mean I can keep in touch with people without leaving my house?
Back at the party, I was about to dig into some steak on polenta when an agent friend did what any good agent (and friend) would do. She dragged me into the middle of the party, forcing me to be social. Hermits are nimble creatures, though, and a short while later I was able to slip off to the side. After all, I caught sight of the dessert trays. Was that pana cotta in a Chinese soup spoon? Couldn’t miss out on a second talking point.
– Shannon Goss