Much like this blog post just did. Oh, hi.
It's okay, we don't have to be organized, right? The main point of this post is not to belabor the fact that I am a terrible photographer, it's not aBOUT me for once. This is about my mom, and her magnificent birthday! Ellie will surely continue to regale you with perfectly framed captures of the most special moments, but I'm here to keep it real, man. These are the moments no one even knew they wanted to see until they were forced to endure them on a jetlagged Friday blog dump. It's okay, I got you.
We arrived at the buttcrack of Saturday's dawn, and went directly to sleep in all of mom's beds. I could have slept all day, but the moment I was even slightly roused by the tossing bobcat in bed with me, I remembered that MOM was out there in her house, and I was going to be damned if I stayed out of her arms even one more moment. We had a nice little visit, just the two of us, keeping an eye on the timetables and the time until our beloved rif raf began to appear.
We headed up to the clubhouse late afternoon, I think. Look, it was still daylight:
|crazy people in the pool|
|normal people in the doors|
|Exactly the Youngsters|
|Is Colleen giving me the finger? Rude.|
While everyone else went like this
then since she couldn't beat them,
|Mom joined them. She told us all to get out.|
|Metro North, 11 pm (ish)|
|Metro North, 11 am (ish)|
And things started getting really exciting!
|Whenever we didn't know what to do, we went to the driveway|
|Our ride to Norwalk... MB was laying low atop the laps like a common criminal, but just look at her angelic reflection!|
Fear not, there was an afterparty! With live music and dancing and a private room and everything.
No really, look:
Mom had a really special dessert for her big day