To the Boss:
Good Lawd! Oh Jezuz! I have a lot a things to blog about you reptilians.
1. We arrived around 7 PM and decided which table to grab – one near the opened EXIT door/covered piano or the other table near the closed EXIT door.
2. We intercepted your Mom and she helped us grab a table between yours and the bar. I had my back towards your table. When you left one time, I scanned her face and she is of your species – down-turned eyes, VERY tall, but a nice “bubble-head”. Am I close? And I don’t know “Katy” all that well! “You’re next!” Paw said. “Oh, no!” she said. Stop using her and elope. Sheesh.
3. We sat for one hour snacking on finger-food: your Dad’s home-made “Persimmon Cookie”; the kid’s chips and dips; some COLD lumpia; Kirkland bottled waters; large cups of orange juice; and all with few cocktail tissues and no “real” dishes, too!
4. We then lined-up at the buffet table in the other room/down the hall of the community center, where children were running/playing. We filled our plastic/white plates of silver trimming with: three salads – green with yucky cheese, sliced tri-bell peppers, one tuna/macaroni salad; one VERY cold Bihon; my favorite baked salmon with sliced lemon circles; two large lechon piggy meat, and lots of desserts. We didn’t get a piece of wedding cake!
5. Maw and I headed to the bathroom so I could administer the insulin injection. But en route, Maw handed the white envelop to your sister whose energy I didn’t like as she gingerly placed our wedding gift into the wishing well.
6. We went back to our table and eventually Maw finished her food but passed on the VERY cold Bihon noodles to Paw who vacuumed it up. Two old couples spoke with Maw. We then met the younger brother of Dr. Hector. His wife was/is Aida, who was Maw’s co-worker.
7. I had to leave and hide in the bathroom while your sister and her drunk husband sang rap music, which is fine but it’s NOT my style. My hearing aid made the amplified NOISE too loud. I waited outside where Bert, the old man who looks Chinese, was sitting on a sofa chair.
8. I hugged most of the church people.
Overall, I loved the simplicity and low budget wedding reception – relatives helping out to cater/cook the food, your Maw running herself ragged to help with the “catering”; your Paw wearing a orange-colored Barong, you wearing dirty blue jeans and that same boring gray long-sleeved shirt, your “Katy” wearing purple boa and matching cotton/jean outfit, your Maw wearing a rosy-sweater/wrinkled taupe shirt/flip-flop/orange toe-nail polish; and other parishioners wearing comfortable clothes.
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