Sleepy after the H. Connick Manila concert. At least Mom seemed to have gotten some joy out of Harry shaking his tush at the audience and, good god, sending balut eggs flying into the air (some hit the concrete partition between the orchestra and balcony seats, splattering several unfortunate souls below with the eggs' contents, they were dressed to kill pa naman).
Here are some fotos (the best I could do with a camera fone):
