I don’t think she’d be playing mariachi music at her wedding.

There’s nothing I love more than crashing weddings with my older brother on a warm Saturday afternoon.

We were invited to our cousin’s wedding on Saturday in Pasadena, which was scheduled for 4:00pm. We planned on leaving at 2:30 or 3, but ended up leaving at about 3:25 – too bad Pasadena’s about a 45 minute-hour drive, and it certainly didn’t help that the directions were vague, at best. After finally exiting the freeway, we drove up and down Hill St. trying to find the wedding; eventually we passed by a church with what was clearly a wedding going on outside. We parked and started walking up to the church. As we got closer and closer, we heard mariachi music and immediately figured we had the wrong wedding. According to the two Mexican girls we spoke to from the wedding party, everyone was there to celebrate the joyous union of Sergio and Rosa. Needless to say, we got the hell out of there.

Eventually we did find Christina & Rei’s wedding (just a bit further up the street), and spent the entire evening greeting relatives that had nothing more to say to us than “You look just like your dad!” and “You look more and more like your mom every time I see you!” And unfortunately for my brother, he also had to put up with, “When are you gonna get married?”

It was fun though. Especially after a Newcastle, some white wine, and champaign.

Sunday was pretty awesome too. I love my friends. There’s nothing like watching a Thai action movie dubbed over with bad American voice acting. Greatest scene ever: an old Thai woman screaming, “Knives for sale!” repeatedly, which sounded like someone was just [badly] imitating the voice of an old woman in English. Yes. It ruled.

And I owe one of the employees at the hookah bar some chocolate milk, or a hackey sack. Don’t ask.

Knives for sale,

Betty