Ray and Monique got married this past Saturday in Alabang. It was a very nice wedding except there was no dancing. It's okay since Ray and Monique don't really dance. Toward the end of the night though, the band played some dance-able music and the first people on the dance floor were -- as always -- my mom and dad. They're really adorable for a pair of oldies.
At the wedding there were four sets of clans. The Yasays and the Basas -- Monique's mom's family and her dad's family. Then there were the Halilis and the Costas. It's no surprise that the loudest and most rowdy contingent were us Costas. Of all the principal sponsors, Mama Alma got the loudest cheer because of us. And the single Costa clanmembers were the most lively table. I think Monique wanted a more elegant wedding but oh well... we had fun.
Boracay is gonna be nuts with all of us there. Heck, the plane ride alone is gonna be nuts... we're all on the same plane!
Yesterday afternoon, my parents, kuya, and I went to Teacher's Village in Quezon City to visit my dad's mom's side of the family, whom he hasn't seen in decades and who, for the most part, I have never met. The first thing Grandma's sister, Auntie Vicky said to me was, "You have the look of a Valdez." Valdez is Grandma's maiden name. Even though I barely know that side of the family, what Auntie Vicky said made me feel proud that I have a connection to my dad's past.
I hope one day to meet my relatives from the Gaerlan clan. It's my official last name, after all. And I hope to learn Ilocano, too.
Posted by glenn at June 13, 2005 08:42 AM