I’m only back in the 206 for a minute.
On they day of my niece’s 18th birthday party, her “debut,” I got caught in the rain. I ducked into a 7-11 to wait out the rain and NOT buy a 5th umbrella. I ate some 7-11 chicharrones to help pass the time.
I had left the condo at 5pm, with explicit instructions from my niece to show up at 6pm American Time, NOT Filipino time. So I was annoyed at 6pm when I was still in the car, waiting in traffic and watching the sun set over the Pasig.
Here’s the scene I found when I got there at 6:40:
The next morning Kuya J picked me up at the condo and I took this last photo.
Meanwhile, my relatives started posting some of their own photos of the party, including photos of some photos from the photo booth.
Here’s an airport selfie from Manila, where it was desperately, desperately cold.
It was four hours to Seoul; I watched Avengers 2 and some other movie. When I got to Seoul it was a tight connection and it was a good thing I learned how to read “Seattle” in Korean script.
The flight attendant behind me is a baby whisperer; they send her to flirt with fussy babies. That was a 9 hour flight, and I watched Tomorrowland. I like Korean Air, lots of legroom and food is decent. It’s kind of funny how they launched into an explanation of bibimbap with every passenger, and the flight attendant was shocked, SHOCKED! when I asked for gochuchan, which came in a little toothpaste tube.