Today (3/27/15) was a restful day. Saying that, on one hand means it was boring but on the other, it also means we finally had a quiet night at home.
We went off for Spring Break last week, which we got back from Galveston on Friday and within a half hour I was on my way to work. I worked Friday night, was off Saturday for Boy's birthday (and we had a bunch of family here from both sides), then worked Sunday night aas OT. Monday started my regular work week which I managed to fit in trimming the backyard, Wife had cut it with the lawn mower, then I started power washing the driveway. I worked 12 hours Monday night, then Tuesday was Boy's actual birthday and Wife wanted to do something for him, she was going to go to San Marcos to have dinner, but of course at the last minute wanted me to go to. I told her if he comes up, we'll go eat, otherwise have fun by yourselves. He moved out a freaking month ago, and now he can't drive his lazy ass up during the week? If it were up to me he'd still live here, Anus! Anyways, dinner was good at Longhorn Steakhouse, but it kinda screwed up my night, dinner wise, I am used to eating much later. Wednesday was another normal night, then Thursday was another friend's birthday dinner that we got invited to. Again, I tell Wife "you go, get me a burger on way home". Of course, this falls on deaf ears, "come with me, I want you to go" (fake whine fake whine).
Again, I join them for dinner way earlier than I like at Hula Hut which is on the river by downtown, the place is probably pretty enough during the day, but man, it is a pain in the ass to find, get to, and park at. I don't know why we keep trying, we know everybody, at times we've loved each other as "family". We've been to Florida and New Orleans with these people, Boy grew up with the kids, but we get together and it is fustrating at times. First of all, act human, put your freaking phones away, everybody is in their own world, Wife and I might as well have gone and ate by ourselves, we hardly communicate with anyone.
I went back and finished another 12 hour shift. Today, I was off, picked up Chubs, went to HEB, bought to make shish kabobs, and other BBQ stuff. Putting shish kabobs together is a pain in the butt, but I managed to do all the crappy work before Wife got home from work, around six. We then grilled, sat in the backyard table for first time in 6-7 months and enjoyed the sun going down. I had 1 Redd's Apple Ale, Chubs said "ooh, buy those dad", from the commercial of the apple hitting guys on the head. If I take drinking advice from a 10 year old, you know I'm not a hard drinker. Those things are OK. Bought a six pack in Galveston, still have three in the fridge.
We ate around 8pm, saw Backstrom, which has Dwight Schrute from The Office playing a detective, he is having fun with the role, it's an entertaining show. Then we managed to see 2 episodes of House Hunters before I fell asleep on sofa before 10pm. Boring night, but I think I really needed it. I am writing this at about 2am, and I feel much better now than I did at 10pm.
Saturday, March 28, 2015
Thursday, March 26, 2015
3/27/15 Happy Accidents?
While in Galveston during Spring Break I found this book, Happy Accidents at Kroger. I had been telling Chubs about paying attention that sometimes the biggest discoveries in science have been by accident. This book is about 400 pages long and covers about 200 of these discoveries. It was very interesting and I am glad to add it to my collection of informative books. About half of the discoveries are science based, such as the discovery of fission or nylon. But a lot of them are fun discoveries of stuff we use day to day, such as Levi's or even ice cream cones.
Surely, the biggest "accidental" discovery was Columbus looking for a short cut to India for the spice trade and finding a continent Europe was unaware of. Columbus died thinking he had found the short cut. Amerigo Vespucci forged ahead and in 1501 landed and named Brazil and the west indies (named by Columbus) were part of a vast new continent between Europe and Asia.
Brandy was also an accidental discovery. Turns out, Dutch merchants trying to ship wine from France to the Netherlands decided to lessen the cost of shipping by distilling out the water from the wine, which upon arrival to the Netherlands, the water could be added back. After tasting the condensed version, the Dutch decided to market the new product as "brandewign" (burnt wine). This became Anglicized and eventually became brandy.
Smallpox vaccination came from a milkmaid telling an apprentice Edward Jenner working under surgeon Daniel Ludlow that she could never get smallpox because she had contracted and survived cowpox, a mild viral infection of cows. After completing his medical training, he remembered the milkmaids words. Looking into it further, he noticed milkmaids rarely contracted smallpox even when exposed to people who had it. He took an infection from a milkmaid, scratched up the 8yr old arm of his gardener's son and rubbed it in. The boy got the mild cowpox, and got over it within a week. To test whether the boy was now protected, he inoculated the boy with smallpox and the boy did not develop the disease. His work helped in eliminating smallpox from the earth. Although it was a dick move to infect the son of his gardener.
These are some of the examples of "discoveries" made accidentally which have shaped how and even where we live. These contributions to society are as great and sometimes greater as the more sophisticated and thought out solutions that come out of think tanks or universities by men and women who spend their whole lives chasing a solution for a problem the rest of society doesn't even realize needs solving.
Surely, the biggest "accidental" discovery was Columbus looking for a short cut to India for the spice trade and finding a continent Europe was unaware of. Columbus died thinking he had found the short cut. Amerigo Vespucci forged ahead and in 1501 landed and named Brazil and the west indies (named by Columbus) were part of a vast new continent between Europe and Asia.
Brandy was also an accidental discovery. Turns out, Dutch merchants trying to ship wine from France to the Netherlands decided to lessen the cost of shipping by distilling out the water from the wine, which upon arrival to the Netherlands, the water could be added back. After tasting the condensed version, the Dutch decided to market the new product as "brandewign" (burnt wine). This became Anglicized and eventually became brandy.
Smallpox vaccination came from a milkmaid telling an apprentice Edward Jenner working under surgeon Daniel Ludlow that she could never get smallpox because she had contracted and survived cowpox, a mild viral infection of cows. After completing his medical training, he remembered the milkmaids words. Looking into it further, he noticed milkmaids rarely contracted smallpox even when exposed to people who had it. He took an infection from a milkmaid, scratched up the 8yr old arm of his gardener's son and rubbed it in. The boy got the mild cowpox, and got over it within a week. To test whether the boy was now protected, he inoculated the boy with smallpox and the boy did not develop the disease. His work helped in eliminating smallpox from the earth. Although it was a dick move to infect the son of his gardener.
These are some of the examples of "discoveries" made accidentally which have shaped how and even where we live. These contributions to society are as great and sometimes greater as the more sophisticated and thought out solutions that come out of think tanks or universities by men and women who spend their whole lives chasing a solution for a problem the rest of society doesn't even realize needs solving.
3/26/15 Round And Round We Go?
I once was a cricket who lived in a thicket
I ate nothing but stuff from the dump
I liked to jump on my wife it was a good life
until the frog ate me in one glump.
So then I'm a frog who lived in a bog
wasted most of the day in bed.
I still enjoyed delicious kisses with Missus
until the fish came and made me dead.
Then I was a fish who had but only one wish
not to end up on somebody's plate.
skinny dipping with Lucy was juicy and got me quite goosy
but then came the cat who sealed my fate.
Being a cat was really top hat
it was nice to have multiple lives
I got busy with Lizzy, but shh there was also Breezy and Kizzy
I wasn't paying attention I ended up between those canines.
Doggy style indeed gave me piles of smiles for miles
man's best friend indeed I did try
but harder to barter with Carter for his darter, almost gave up but caught her in the farter
soon after of course I did die.
Now I'm a man bought me a van and a tan in a can
time to multiply with Vicky.
but she has bills which really kills all my thrills and gives me bad chills
I die of a cricket bite mostly cause they are icky.
Doggy style indeed gave me piles of smiles for miles
man's best friend indeed I did try
but harder to barter with Carter for his darter, almost gave up but caught her in the farter
soon after of course I did die.
Now I'm a man bought me a van and a tan in a can
time to multiply with Vicky.
but she has bills which really kills all my thrills and gives me bad chills
I die of a cricket bite mostly cause they are icky.
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
3/25/15 The Night We Crashed In High School?
In high school, I hung out with knuckleheads. They weren't bad people, just people that didn't think very clearly. By 11th grade I was done hanging out with guys. My perfect weekend night was eating some pizza at the local Pizza Hut, then finding a nice quiet place to get it on. Occasionally, I found myself out with my boys. On this particular night, we managed to get about seven guys into a Subaru made for 4 people, and they called three of us the Fat Boys (popular rap group back then) so it was kinda thick with beaners in that poor car.
I don't know why, but our fearless leader was driving us to this private river or part of a river where it would be cool to swim. It is a small town and most everybody knows stuff like this, but he had info that he needed to prove. The weird part was that it was raining/drizzling, so no one was going to go swimming anyway. Add to that, his windshield wipers didn't work, and he actually had a hand out and was trying to work the wipers and drive stick with a guy sitting in front with the manual stick between his legs. He would yell, shift, and the guy would shift, it was a mess, I at least sat passenger, and was not stuck in the backseat where four other dudes were crowded in.
We wound up on some dirt road on the side of the river that nobody really goes, it's private property but he knew a guy who knew a guy, so it was ok. He's going kind of fast because he is sure of where he is going, the road is muddy and we slip and slide into deep tire marks made probably by farm equipment, bottoming out here and there. The whole trip was nowhere near my idea of fun. But he is sure of where we are going, I am sure Ozzy Ozbourne was blasting through the radio, because that is what dudes listened to back then.
We go probably 4-5 miles into this dirt/mud road and he's hauling ass and saying somewhere around here, and the car smells of testosterone and stinky dude, thinking it can't get much worse, then WHAM!!!! end of the road. We hit a ditch where our road ended and another met it at a T. The car went into a ditch and just stopped, luckily, my nose stopped my 300lbs along with the other 500lbs seating behind me when it was smashed on the dashboard, I don't know how it didn't break, but blood went everywhere. The guy riding on the stickshift broke his nose and his arm. Another guy in the backseat broke his arm, and there were some scrapes and plenty of bitching and moaning to go around.
It was now drizzling, we were a good ten miles out of town, there were no cell phones or anything like that. The only thing to do was start walking back home. The car was totaled, we left it there. My nose bled for awhile, but eventually stopped. It hurt for a couple days, but it was ok. The guy in the middle broke his arm at the socket before playing football so he said if we pulled it, it would go back into its place. So he did something like that. The other guy made a sling out of a shirt and we walked. Dammit, we walked past all that mud the car had barely gotten through.
At one point, we crossed the river at the paved road and our fearless leader was contemplating jumping in because he felt so bad/guilty about screwing half of us up. We talked him down, nowadays, we would say "stop being a little bitch", but different times. Once we got past that, there was a ballroom and a house, we called his folks, and probably other folks. I didn't tell my folks about this for a while. I went to my friend's house and slept it off. There was no alcohol involved, none of us were into drinking, now eating, yes, but not getting drunk. This was just stupid guy stuff.
I don't know why, but our fearless leader was driving us to this private river or part of a river where it would be cool to swim. It is a small town and most everybody knows stuff like this, but he had info that he needed to prove. The weird part was that it was raining/drizzling, so no one was going to go swimming anyway. Add to that, his windshield wipers didn't work, and he actually had a hand out and was trying to work the wipers and drive stick with a guy sitting in front with the manual stick between his legs. He would yell, shift, and the guy would shift, it was a mess, I at least sat passenger, and was not stuck in the backseat where four other dudes were crowded in.
We wound up on some dirt road on the side of the river that nobody really goes, it's private property but he knew a guy who knew a guy, so it was ok. He's going kind of fast because he is sure of where he is going, the road is muddy and we slip and slide into deep tire marks made probably by farm equipment, bottoming out here and there. The whole trip was nowhere near my idea of fun. But he is sure of where we are going, I am sure Ozzy Ozbourne was blasting through the radio, because that is what dudes listened to back then.
We go probably 4-5 miles into this dirt/mud road and he's hauling ass and saying somewhere around here, and the car smells of testosterone and stinky dude, thinking it can't get much worse, then WHAM!!!! end of the road. We hit a ditch where our road ended and another met it at a T. The car went into a ditch and just stopped, luckily, my nose stopped my 300lbs along with the other 500lbs seating behind me when it was smashed on the dashboard, I don't know how it didn't break, but blood went everywhere. The guy riding on the stickshift broke his nose and his arm. Another guy in the backseat broke his arm, and there were some scrapes and plenty of bitching and moaning to go around.
It was now drizzling, we were a good ten miles out of town, there were no cell phones or anything like that. The only thing to do was start walking back home. The car was totaled, we left it there. My nose bled for awhile, but eventually stopped. It hurt for a couple days, but it was ok. The guy in the middle broke his arm at the socket before playing football so he said if we pulled it, it would go back into its place. So he did something like that. The other guy made a sling out of a shirt and we walked. Dammit, we walked past all that mud the car had barely gotten through.
At one point, we crossed the river at the paved road and our fearless leader was contemplating jumping in because he felt so bad/guilty about screwing half of us up. We talked him down, nowadays, we would say "stop being a little bitch", but different times. Once we got past that, there was a ballroom and a house, we called his folks, and probably other folks. I didn't tell my folks about this for a while. I went to my friend's house and slept it off. There was no alcohol involved, none of us were into drinking, now eating, yes, but not getting drunk. This was just stupid guy stuff.
Monday, March 23, 2015
3/24/15 Boy Turns 21?
Today my Boy officially turns 21. We celebrated his birthday with family on Saturday, but I do believe Wife will go see her baby and feed him in San Marcos. He said he has a test and lab until 5pm, but he is available afterwards. I am glad he hasn't turned into a kid that needs to celebrate everything with alcohol. It doesn't seem to be a big deal so far.
We keep plenty of alcohol in the house, but I didn't start drinking until I was about 35. I don't really dig it, I might have a beer on the weekends. If we are "partying" in the hot tub with friends I can get drunk and handsy, but that doesn't happen much.
I've told Boy since he was 17 or 18 to feel free to have a drink in the house, so you know what happens to you. He declares himself a "scotch" man but can only handle about a finger on the rocks in a glass. Usually, when he gets some, he ends up pouring his into my glass. It makes him sleepy. To my knowledge he doesn't drink away from the house, his friends are mostly nerdy, so I believe him. He doesn't hide from us when he comes home or anything suspicious.
We are very proud of Mijo. He was diagnosed with dyslexia in 3rd grade. I have been tough on him, not letting him get away with "I can't do it because of my handicap". His writing is admittedly bad, but he still manages to get past his classes. He doesn't suffer as much in the sciences, and actually shines there. He was having a bit of a hard time at ACC (Austin Community College) because he was taking all his basics and reading and writing were a big part of his classes. His GPA was not as good as he wanted, but he got into Texas State and now he gets to take mostly science classes. He seems like the little swan coming into his own. He is downright beautiful in his element, loves his calculus classes, and everything that scares most non-academics.
He is even looking for summer internships in companies like my own. I talked to my supervisor, but people here drag their feet on doing stuff out of the norm. He is well on his way to becoming a man, works on the weekends, has his little apartment in San Marcos. He is no longer our little boy who needs an occasional video game from Best Buy. He just orders crap for himself from Amazon. I want to stand in his way and push him back into our house, but when you do things right, you get an adult that eventually needs to spread his wings and fly. Fly little bird! Fly!!
We keep plenty of alcohol in the house, but I didn't start drinking until I was about 35. I don't really dig it, I might have a beer on the weekends. If we are "partying" in the hot tub with friends I can get drunk and handsy, but that doesn't happen much.
I've told Boy since he was 17 or 18 to feel free to have a drink in the house, so you know what happens to you. He declares himself a "scotch" man but can only handle about a finger on the rocks in a glass. Usually, when he gets some, he ends up pouring his into my glass. It makes him sleepy. To my knowledge he doesn't drink away from the house, his friends are mostly nerdy, so I believe him. He doesn't hide from us when he comes home or anything suspicious.
We are very proud of Mijo. He was diagnosed with dyslexia in 3rd grade. I have been tough on him, not letting him get away with "I can't do it because of my handicap". His writing is admittedly bad, but he still manages to get past his classes. He doesn't suffer as much in the sciences, and actually shines there. He was having a bit of a hard time at ACC (Austin Community College) because he was taking all his basics and reading and writing were a big part of his classes. His GPA was not as good as he wanted, but he got into Texas State and now he gets to take mostly science classes. He seems like the little swan coming into his own. He is downright beautiful in his element, loves his calculus classes, and everything that scares most non-academics.
He is even looking for summer internships in companies like my own. I talked to my supervisor, but people here drag their feet on doing stuff out of the norm. He is well on his way to becoming a man, works on the weekends, has his little apartment in San Marcos. He is no longer our little boy who needs an occasional video game from Best Buy. He just orders crap for himself from Amazon. I want to stand in his way and push him back into our house, but when you do things right, you get an adult that eventually needs to spread his wings and fly. Fly little bird! Fly!!
3/23/15 Spring Break Is Done, Back To Reality?
We had a busy spring break, I think overall it was very good. We vacationed in Galveston, saw some sights, imagined ourselves living there on one of those beautiful pier homes, came back with a couple days left to celebrate Boy's 21st birthday, and now back to the grind. I am now back at work, being productive, while Wife was cutting the grass in the backyard, felt a little bad for her, grass was up to her knees in places.
It finally felt like spring today, rain is out of the area, there were some blue skies, and I do believe that is what we needed to start getting the yard/pool area in order. I will start the slow process of getting the green algae/ dead leaves out of the bottom of the pool. Hopefully, I can turn the water blue within a couple weeks. What I really want to clean is the hot tub, it has been a good 4-5 months since we've gotten in it. I took parts off the pump to make sure it or the heater did not freeze, so it will take more than cleaning the water to get it going again. A couple years ago, we had a hard freeze and it cost me the heater pump, so I don't take chances anymore, that was a $1000 lesson. I do believe we are done with hard freezes though for this season, anyway.
Another pain in the butt problem to fix will be to decide whether we sell our rental house, move back to it, or simply get new tenants. Our current tenants just told us they are out come end of April. We have been feeling a bit of a pinch, financially, our current house payment went up $300 a month last year, we are absorbing all the overflow costs of Boy so he can go to college, which means anything above $3500 (max loans per semester) for his tuition and books is going on credit cards, we got him his Jeep, lost my brother's rent money $600, so we are seriously thinking life would be easier if we sold in this hot market our big house, and moved back to our starter home. Rent would drop by almost $2400 to $850. Plus we stand to make a tidy profit from selling our newer house. If we sell older home, we no longer have to put up with renters, plus we'll make a good amount of money to free us of some credit debt, giving us some needed breathing room. If we get renters, it is high time to stop being so generous and charge an appropriate rent, it's not like people appreciate what we do for them. I keep losing money on the house because I always want to help friends in need.
Big Mando will grow a hard outer shell, like that chocolate you pour on ice cream that hardens with the cold. No more Mr. Nice Guy, unless you want to put some boobies in my face. Then maybe.
It finally felt like spring today, rain is out of the area, there were some blue skies, and I do believe that is what we needed to start getting the yard/pool area in order. I will start the slow process of getting the green algae/ dead leaves out of the bottom of the pool. Hopefully, I can turn the water blue within a couple weeks. What I really want to clean is the hot tub, it has been a good 4-5 months since we've gotten in it. I took parts off the pump to make sure it or the heater did not freeze, so it will take more than cleaning the water to get it going again. A couple years ago, we had a hard freeze and it cost me the heater pump, so I don't take chances anymore, that was a $1000 lesson. I do believe we are done with hard freezes though for this season, anyway.
Another pain in the butt problem to fix will be to decide whether we sell our rental house, move back to it, or simply get new tenants. Our current tenants just told us they are out come end of April. We have been feeling a bit of a pinch, financially, our current house payment went up $300 a month last year, we are absorbing all the overflow costs of Boy so he can go to college, which means anything above $3500 (max loans per semester) for his tuition and books is going on credit cards, we got him his Jeep, lost my brother's rent money $600, so we are seriously thinking life would be easier if we sold in this hot market our big house, and moved back to our starter home. Rent would drop by almost $2400 to $850. Plus we stand to make a tidy profit from selling our newer house. If we sell older home, we no longer have to put up with renters, plus we'll make a good amount of money to free us of some credit debt, giving us some needed breathing room. If we get renters, it is high time to stop being so generous and charge an appropriate rent, it's not like people appreciate what we do for them. I keep losing money on the house because I always want to help friends in need.
Big Mando will grow a hard outer shell, like that chocolate you pour on ice cream that hardens with the cold. No more Mr. Nice Guy, unless you want to put some boobies in my face. Then maybe.
Saturday, March 21, 2015
3/22/15 Birthday Lunch At Pappadeaux?
Today, we had a birthday party for Boy. He will be 21 on 3/24, but that is during the week and thus it is easier to schedule family together on the weekend. I decided on Pappadeoux because I thought the meal should be a little fancy, and special.
My parents came along with my younger brother and Wife's parents came along with her younger sister, brother, his wife and about six kids total. My boy added another three friends of his for a total of 20 people.
Wife had called ahead and was able to reserve seating for us at 4pm. Of course, we left the house at 330pm and took about 40 minutes to get across town. They held the table for us. It was crazy packed in the restaurant, considering we went in for lunch time. Wife heard a girl getting told while we were up front waiting to sit that it would be a three hour wait. Good thing we called ahead.
I sat at one end of the table with Wife to my left, my parents to my right, followed by my inlaws next to Wife. Boy and his friends filled in after my dad and brother, then all the rowdy kiddos at the far end, Chubs holding court as the centerpiece on the other end. He said he would entertain the kids menu, but within two minutes was suggesting to my wife he would rather eat the half chicken thing at $19.99. "Uhh, no. You can eat the chicken tenders at $5.95" was my response. Uncharacteristically, he gave in without too much arguing. As long as they made it spicy. I told him to tell the waiter and back to his seat he went.
I had the chilean bass with crab pieces on top and a side of red mashed potatoes. It was really good, but delicate in flavor. I like hardier stuff usually, but this is not a steak restaurant, so I chose not to order from their cow section. By the way, Pappadeoux is kind of a cajun/Louisiana type place.
Wife and my mom and dad for that matter, all had the fried fish combo platters. I was tempted to get that, but most of the time, that stuff is too greasy and leaves me feeling sick. They do fried fish well, the batter was very light, it was mostly fish, not covering, both my wife and mom gave me large chunks of fried fish, tilapia, I think. It was delicious when I added just a touch of lemon.
Plenty of pictures were taken, Boy even got a piece of key lime pie which I tasted as well. I liked that too. All in all, everyone said the food was good. My brother kind of complained that it would have been better going to Red Lobster, but he enoys complaining. I think if I gave him $500, he'd complain it made his wallet look fat.
Anyways, my brother in law was teasing my wife about us paying, or it's not a party, it's a gathering, so we were prepared to swallow the bullet, but my parents, brother, in-laws, and brother in law all coughed up some serious cash to help out. The only ones that got a free meal were Boy's friends, but they're in college, and I am happy to pay for them.
The bill was $598, which would have hurt, but we got more than half the money from everybody contributing. I can't say enough nice things. The restaurant was top notch, and this is why I didn't mind cutting our vacation short by a day. We live in a great city with ample opportunities to do things right. My boy was a happy camper at the end of the night.
My parents came along with my younger brother and Wife's parents came along with her younger sister, brother, his wife and about six kids total. My boy added another three friends of his for a total of 20 people.
Wife had called ahead and was able to reserve seating for us at 4pm. Of course, we left the house at 330pm and took about 40 minutes to get across town. They held the table for us. It was crazy packed in the restaurant, considering we went in for lunch time. Wife heard a girl getting told while we were up front waiting to sit that it would be a three hour wait. Good thing we called ahead.
I sat at one end of the table with Wife to my left, my parents to my right, followed by my inlaws next to Wife. Boy and his friends filled in after my dad and brother, then all the rowdy kiddos at the far end, Chubs holding court as the centerpiece on the other end. He said he would entertain the kids menu, but within two minutes was suggesting to my wife he would rather eat the half chicken thing at $19.99. "Uhh, no. You can eat the chicken tenders at $5.95" was my response. Uncharacteristically, he gave in without too much arguing. As long as they made it spicy. I told him to tell the waiter and back to his seat he went.
I had the chilean bass with crab pieces on top and a side of red mashed potatoes. It was really good, but delicate in flavor. I like hardier stuff usually, but this is not a steak restaurant, so I chose not to order from their cow section. By the way, Pappadeoux is kind of a cajun/Louisiana type place.
Wife and my mom and dad for that matter, all had the fried fish combo platters. I was tempted to get that, but most of the time, that stuff is too greasy and leaves me feeling sick. They do fried fish well, the batter was very light, it was mostly fish, not covering, both my wife and mom gave me large chunks of fried fish, tilapia, I think. It was delicious when I added just a touch of lemon.
Plenty of pictures were taken, Boy even got a piece of key lime pie which I tasted as well. I liked that too. All in all, everyone said the food was good. My brother kind of complained that it would have been better going to Red Lobster, but he enoys complaining. I think if I gave him $500, he'd complain it made his wallet look fat.
Anyways, my brother in law was teasing my wife about us paying, or it's not a party, it's a gathering, so we were prepared to swallow the bullet, but my parents, brother, in-laws, and brother in law all coughed up some serious cash to help out. The only ones that got a free meal were Boy's friends, but they're in college, and I am happy to pay for them.
The bill was $598, which would have hurt, but we got more than half the money from everybody contributing. I can't say enough nice things. The restaurant was top notch, and this is why I didn't mind cutting our vacation short by a day. We live in a great city with ample opportunities to do things right. My boy was a happy camper at the end of the night.
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