5.12.2002
 
Pride.

::fumes with jealousy:: I had been caught up in all that loverly household cleaning that I forgot that Vegas' Pride Fest was happening this weekend (ironically just in time with Mother's Day).

Wanted to see the festivities at Sam Boyd, not so much the Pride Parade... which really should've been down the new strip (along MGMGrand, Paris, Treasure Island, etc.), not at the little street things leading to Fremont Street.

Grandmother's home, and she's brought a motherload from the... erm, motherland. As in: sapatos, bibingka, coconut shirts (newly fitted for me), otap, dried mango, etc. etc. For her two grandchildren's belated birthday presents, she gave my sister two gold bracelets and I got two pairs of sandals that actually fit. She exclaimed each item brought home for its cheap value on the filipino market. This means that (a) the economy of the country is improving and (b) lola will be complaining about everything we buy for the next week until she gets used to living back in the States.

It's Mother's Day. The family got grandma a rosary from Vatican City. The family gave mom a three month break from grandma. After church we're heading over to RoadHouse Grille for dinner.

(Don't worry yourself, Sarah. It's not about anyone you know personally. And it's not so much actions as it is... um, details.)

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