The Chinnyverse

Anna May Wong, The Marina and Free Flowing Wine... Bringing in the new year with bubbly With every stroke of my eyeliner from its inky pot, I tried to highlight my shared ethnic experience with the late, great Anna May Wong. Usually even before the clock strikes midnight, it has been said "Oh Chinny turns into a pumpkin", a joke chortled years ago when I was queuing for a corporate holiday party with my then-boyfriend-now-husband and my longtime neighbor-and-friend, the Girl Next Door. Tonight I was adamantly concerned about two things:  making sure the Mister didn't over exert himself as he had become uncharacteristically sick (he is a germaphobe only rivaled by that of Adrian Monk so this had to be one Mother of a bug)  AND that I could stay up past 10. I routinely get tired at 9 PM so to prepare for all-night partying I had painstakingly planned ahead: long, sufficient napping and guzzling caffeine.  I studied my handiwork in the mirror. I hoped to...