Auntie Debbie's birthday party

Sunday afternoon, we went to Ramy's aunt's 80th birthday party. (By the way, Debbie is pronounced Dee-Bee. I don't know why.) It was held at a Chinese restaurant in Chinatown. For most of you Southerners who actually read my blog, you may think you like Chinese food, but it's probably because you have never had real Chinese food. I thought I liked Chinese food too, but when I was introduced to actual Chinese food, I was horrified. There's no orange chicken. There's no sweet and sour sauce. There are no crispy wontons. There aren't any fortune cookies. But I digress...

Ramy lived with his Auntie Debbie and her large family and extended family while he was in school at UCLA. Actually, she isn't really his aunt, but, much like us southerners, Filipinos call random family members "aunt" and "uncle". Ramy likes to joke that he was the son his Auntie Debbie never had (it's a joke, because she has four sons).

The birthday girl was in her element, and I think she had a turn on the dance floor with every gentleman in the place, including my own sweetheart:



Rebecca had a very enjoyable time. She got the chance to play with a lot of little girls and do a lot of dancing.





This is a video of her (and some of the other crazy party-goers) dancing to YMCA.


And if you think a crowd of Filipinos doesn't have it goin' on on a Sunday afternoon in Chinatown, you've never seen them dance the Macarena and Limbo!