the first installment of the amazing weekend

Wondeful, wonderful weekend. Thank you, God.

Arrived late Friday night. What a welcoming sight to see a large familiartruck coming toward you with a small man wearing a baseball cap sitting behind the wheel. Dad could not stop talking about the Dodgers andChoy's grand slam (or was it a home run?). Felt like I had never left home. Right when we walked into the garage, Mom had opened the door for us, greeted me with a hello and a hug and told me that she had some food for me that she got from a restaurant. Mom and Dad dished out news and info for me as I ate the yummy salad she got me, and they ate turon (a filipino desert--sort of like an eggroll, but it has a banana inside and is drizzled with caramelized sugar) and drank coffee. Lovely.

Sorry if I made you hungry or at least craving for some sugar fix. Why don't you fix something for yourself right now?

Woke up and watched "A Series of Unfortunate Events". Kuya had it. We then went to go play some pool at the community center. Then, surprise, Mom wanted me to go with her and Dad to this wedding! I had no idea, so I had to create a decent outfit to wear, which was difficult since I only brought casual clothes with me.

It was a lovely wedding. Very nostalgic for Mom because it was the same church her and Dad were married in. Dad, pretty much being the typical male, didn't really show any emotion to being inside the Church he was married in twenty something years ago. For me it was nice, it made me realize how lucky I am that my parents got together (no them, no me ormy brother). I hope that I'm as happy as my parents are in the future because they're amazing together, perfectly made for each other.

The reception was nice too. Dad did something very, very hilarious. We got dessert, which was a surprise because everyone thought that the wedding cake would be dessert. Anyway, we got this ice cream thing that was really good. The DJ started playing music and asked all the couples who have been married for 25 years and over to come out onto the dance floor. Mom turns to Dad and says that they should dance. Dad looked at her and then turned to his ice cream. Hilariously executed. Mom hit him playfully on the shoulder and said, "You'd rather eat your ice cream than dance with me!!!" I could not stop laughing. The way he looked at the ice cream was exactly the same way Kip looks at the nachos when Napoleon asks him to come pick him up at school in "Napoleon Dynamite". They didn't dance, sadly. Dad's not the dancing type.

The evening was swell. I remember feeling a bit lonely when I realized that everyone at my table was gone, and I was sitting alone. But I brushed it away and kept watching all the happy guests dance. It made me so happy to see so many people happy.

So that was my Saturday. I'll have to tell you about Sunday and the film premiere on another post at a later time because I have a lot to do and so little time to do it. Take care!