Ingrid and I spent the labor day weekend fulfilling our wedding duties down in Southern California. Our immediate families spent the weekend together at Truong and Sonya’s house. Rather, I should say, we invaded their house despite the fact that Sonya is about to burst with their third little creature. We even dragged our KitchenAid along for Ingrid to make a magnificent cake. It was a busy and nice time for the families to be together and the Mai brothers dragged Fritz (Ingrid’s dad) out on the golf course where we proceeded to humiliate ourselves by managing to hit every tree on the course.
The main ritual of the weekend consisted of going over to Ba Ngoai’s (my grandma) house to pay our respects to the Do family (my mom’s family) ancestors. In addition, Ingrid and the Andersons got to meet most of the living Do clan, who showered us with unexpected gifts. Ba Ngoai spent the morning telling everyone the story of how she used to put me in garbage can when I was a stubborn brat (some things don’t change). She also reminded everyone how Ingrid barbecued some food at her house 5 years ago (we’ve only been together for less than 3 years). Note: Ba Ngoai is 95 years old…
The day concluded with a fun picnic at the park. Part 1 is done. Now if only the other parts could wrap up…
Some random notes: Today is Ingrid’s 27th birthday. Erika would say she’s wayyyy over the hill, but I think she’s just hitting her prime (points for Trieu!). Also, I’ve sold my Nikon so I am camera-less for the time being. Hopefully that’ll change shortly and you’ll see some more posts up on flickr. I can smell the D700 full-frame 12.3 Mpx already though I can also smell a hole burning in my backpocket.
