The weekend passed with little incident. Mom arrived on Friday to all the kids in Dad’s party room in his condo. It was a pleasant evening and at one point, SharkBoy and I spied Mom and Dad speaking candidly in the corner. To which we looked at each other and started to sing:
Laffs all around.
Unfortunately Mom fell ill the next day… I think I killed her with a vodka martini, and not a gin one that she usually drinks. Uhg. The next night’s dinner was amazing, but marred by Mom’s non-attendance. We went to Lola’s Commissary on Church at Charles. I highly recommend it. Fancy schmancy tapas-like shared meals
