Lau is a Vietnamese staple, and a few weeks ago a group of students came over to make it for me. They were very cool about it. One student offered to make me lunch, and I think about eight or nine of them showed up at my door. It was alright though. They brought everything to make Lau with them. I explained to them that I literally had nothing to cook with in my apartment. I've been lazy about buying cooking supplies, utensils, plates, bowls, or even cups. I mostly drink Tang (Tang is the closest thing to orange juice I can find) out of the side of a pitcher. I think I've been lazy, because to eat out in Dalat costs less than a dollar for a full meal, to cook for one person costs about the same. So they got right to it. They started to break down all the vegetables, cut up the chicken, and boil the broth all while squatting on the floor. The Vietnamese seem to have no problem squatting here. While some prepared the Lau, I entertained the others, I guess. I had them go through my music collection and see if their was anything they might like to hear. My one student Muan asked me if I had "I will survive." I did, so I played the only version I had, Cake's cover of the song. They seemed to dig it, and my one student sang along. Some of the other students were curious as to what my "Perfect Push-ups" were. Yes, I brought them. I figure they were the one ridiculous item I carried twelve thousand miles around the world, so I don't feel too weird about it. All my students gave them a try. None of them could use them. I played them some more music, and they kept asking if I had Taylor Swift, apparently she's popular in Vietnam. They weren't into The Pogues. They definitely weren't digging Sabbath. But they didn't mind the Zappa. I'm considering that an initial success.