The Party's Over

And I'm back home. Our next door neighbor, Joan, had a big party at a local restaurant this evening for all of her friends and family, around 90 or so. Joan is 80 and she decided she wanted to have her wake while she was here to enjoy it. Nice if you can do it. We were at the 'neighbors' table, which worked out well as we don't get to talk to the folks across the street much and we'd never met the neighbors on the other side of Joan at all. Fortuitous, as both sets of neighbors have, like us, joined the the YMCA that will open this summer, and they're interested in the same classes as my mother. So she now has people to go with. Meanwhile we had crab cakes, notable because the restaurant is well-known for their crab cakes, arguably the best in town. And an open bar, so I had a rare drink. But then it turned into professional karaoke, 50's style, and most of our table called it a night.