RIP Wing Lam

[Drunk Monk]

Been 20/20 hindsighting the weekend.  I wish I had touched base with more of the old guard.  At the reception, I found myself surrounded by a lot of the younger brothers (well, not so young anymore) and well, I see Chris all the time because I work with him.  Hoel too.  Both were former WLE employees, so that sort of made sense, but I should've really spent more time with some of the people that I hadn't seen in decades.  I kept dodging Lynn, who kept trying to shuffle near me but I avoided making eye contact all the way through.  Haymo approached me at the viewing and that was unavoidable - it bugged me when he stepped up in line to offer incense right after the disciples before the general attendees were invited.  Fucking Haymo.  I'm also bummed I wasn't able to demonstrate my 3-section staff at the reception because that space was way too small.  Oliver was kind enough to ask me if there was something else I'd want to do, but I wasn't thinking on my feet well and declined.  I wanted something that wasn't beginner, wasn't too flying-kick/low-sweepy, and something that Sifu taught me and nothing came immediately to mind that was polished enough to show in that small space.  In retrospect, I could've pulled out Sifu's mantis form or borrowed Oliver's jian and recited Tai Yu sword.  I should've had a Plan B ready. 

Maybe this is the Kubler-Ross anger stage.  Yeah, that's probably it.  

I have another TCJU judges meeting.  Hopefully I can contain myself today.  There's some solace in the work.