Auntie Baby wanted the family for breakfast on her 51st birthday celebration, so we headed to Max's Roxas Boulevard sunday morning. When the lady host inquired how many of us were dining in, the shock became obvious in her face when some 60+ odd persons came in and everybody wanted champorado. I wonder how low would her jaw drop if she knew the clan wasn't even complete yet.
Anyhow, we got the last nine servings, and an assortment of their breakfast meals. My cousins, the brusko ones, had crispy pata, kare kare and Max's fried chicken. Growing boys daw sila. Kumusta naman di ba?
O i pipimp ko na mga pinsan kong gwapo. Any takers?
Pa demure yung tawa ni Ikay.
Happy birthday, Auntie. Thanks for keeping us together. Thanks for everything else too. I love you.