Happy 238th Marines

This Saturday Randy and I got all dressed up and headed to the Marine Ball. It’s was the 238 birthday of the Marines and every year on their birthday there’s a big black tie ball. Everyone in the embassy cleans up and heads over. It’s sort of like a wedding without a bride and groom.

I was determined to get some pictures before we headed out since I knew once we got there we would end up taking none. I even had Adam take off his new awesome shirt from Aunt Daf and put on a fancy shirt. This is Randy’s new favourite shirt! Thanks Aunt Das and Uncle Mooj. And because they’re the best they sent a mini version for baby Ali.

Two handsome guys

I love when I get a picture of the three of us where we’re all looking at the camera and smiling. A rarity.

And here’s my attempt at a picture of Adam who spent the whole time calling and looking for daddy.

Here are the Marines carrying out the cake. Every year they cut a piece with a super long sword and give the first bites to the oldest and youngest marine in the room. The youngest marine was born in 1992….this made me feel old. How is someone born in 1992 old enough to be a marine?? I still think of my sister as a baby and she was born in 1984!

Some fuzzy iphone pictures of me with friends. Not the best but you can see the fancy room we were in.

And one last one of me and my handsome date.

The next morning we woke up to news of the terrible devastation that the Philippines had suffered at the hands of Typhoon Yolanda. We in Manila had a little rain and mostly blue skies all weekend and didn’t feel any effects of the typhoon. I can’t imagine how many people are suffering. They already have so little and to lose everything they have let alone all those who lost their lives. It’s enough to make your heart hurt.