This is the first night of what's going to be an exhausting weekend. My mom's been cooking for days and is so frazzled that our sparkling-gleaming floor "needs to be mopped" to her neurotic mind.
Long story short: people came, raped the lechon, we drank alcohol, people left, and I stayed up til 3 cleaning up the mess.
Written 12.12.11
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