February 16, 2019
In 2006, Saturdays in Las Vegas went like this: Papa would cook all-day-food for his patients. I'd be excited for nighttime because we'd have picked a movie, and most times it looked like a good one (Papa and I had similar likes). We'd leave for the Strip at around 8pm, on board Kuya Fidel's convertible. Speed through dinner ($0.99 shrimp cocktail!) then on to movie, but not before getting coffee. I love this memory: Us sipping hot coffee in the theater. IDK, it's homely? We'd end the night with some gambling. Catch the 1:10am bus home.