At Night in Downtown Vancouver

My brother-in-law was waiting around the corner after the symphony. He had the car and we were free to go to dinner wherever. My brother-in-law chose "Oysi Oysi", a Chinese restaurant. I have no idea what Oysi Oysi means but we were greeted by a a generous waitress who was entitled to a big tip but unfortunately her shift was over before our meal was ended. I didn't know what to order so my brother-in-law picked deep fried vegetables that were delicious, rice, and a soup...I think it was meso soup which my sister had the ingredients to. I noticed that my sister was eating with chopsticks. It would be hilarious for me to try since I am not that great with my hands having a form of mild cerebral palsy. I would probably pick up something and miss my mouth by a long shot.
I asked why my brother-in-law chose this restaurant. He said, "it was near to where I lived. " (My brother-in-law had to leave my sister for a month or so, find an apartment in Vancouver until they found a town house in which they could live in together). "I was hungry and looked for a nice restaurant. Everybody is nice here and they enjoy working her and they smile a lot too."
The waitress always kept our cups filled with Chinese tea that we had to stop her from pouring us more. We saw her go and a friend of the managers began to take over. He told us how he vacationed down south and how people recognized him and called to him, "Oysi, Oysi," whatever that means. If I find out what it means, I'll let you know. He told us how he would relax on the beaches with a good book. I wanted to talk to him about books, me being an avid reader but I was succumbed to shyness. I thanked him for the food and since the restaurant was closing, we decided to go. My brother-in-law generously paid for the dinner and we went on our way home.
My brother-in-law and my sister prefer the television to be on when we come back to their townhouse. I wasn't used to having the television on since I only get one channel and usually indulge myself in a book. But I got used to it on and that night there was a documentary on "Seabiscuit," a racing horse in the middle of the second world war. I have a fascination of horses and when I was little, I rode them. It was expensive for my parents though they found a way to pay for my lessons. I was captivated with the documentary. I have the book, "Seabiscuit," at home but never started it. Now it is on my list to read, since he was really a miraculous horse. My brother-in-law was upstairs probably doing work on his computer.
Seabiscuit made the headlines all the time. It seemed he never lost a race until a bold horse appeared and he won because the rider of Seabsicuit slowed down thinking he was still in the lead. As it turns out, he couldn't see the horse coming from behind since he was blind in the right eye. But the owner didn't mention this struggle to the doctor's because it would mean that he wouldn't be able to ride a horse anymore. The owner fell off quited a bit and had to spend some time in the hospital to recuperate. But he always got back in the saddle again. I didn't know my sister was that interested in horse riding but it was a miraculous story and I'm glad I was there to see.