Happy Burfday to myself (and Vic)!

My 20th was spent drinking the night away at my aunt Patty's wedding in the Anaheim Hills and some other parts of Orange County. It was pretty good since I reunited with some cousins that I haven't seen in over 10 years. Its too bad they all live out-of-state in Dallas, Michigan, and Miami. I'd like to see that side of my family more often.

The union of my aunt Patty and new uncle Thuy was strange. The entire bride's side (my side) took up 90% of the wedding guests. We were lost and nobody, not even my parent's generation knew what was going on (c'mon, they came here in their early 20's). On the other hand, the groom's side was a small group and head-to-toe traditional in every possible way. When Vic uploads her ceremony pics, the juxtaposition between the 2 families is strikingly obvious. All the pics with guests in westernized outfits with lost or estatic facial expressions would be my family. Here are some pictures of my burfday weekend:
Bride and Groom

My parents being weird

Dallas cousins Jennifer, me, and Dennis