That's what my sister tells me when she invites me to Mother's Day at her club.
I hate casual dress as (a), I'm not exactly sure what it means when it clearly doesn't mean jeans and a white tee, and (b), it's the biggest hole in my closet.
Alexander messages me via Facebook. His phone went missing a few days ago and, "I don't have time to look for it until I finish two finals on Tuesday, but I'm sure it's somewhere in my apartment."
I meet up with everyone at Seawane Country Club. The grounds, the interior, and the food are all exquisite. The appetizers before dinner are easily a full course meal. It's hard to eat in moderation when there are rows and rows of sushi, sashimi, and all kinds of fish and avocado stuffed rolls. And this is before the multiple stations of pastas, chicken, turkey, lamb chops, veal, meat and potatoes, as well as a very long table of pies, brownies, cookies, fruits, cakes, and small pastries. I eat enough for the week.
Abbey helps organize the group so we can get a photo. I grab more than a few, but these two are my favorites.
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| back row: Jill, Adam, Jason front row: Jimmy, Jared, Jessica, Rita, me, Valerie, Abbey |
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| Rita with her grandkids: Adam, Jason, Jared and Jessica (Michael is in LA) |
Happy Mother's Day to everyone lucky enough to be one.
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| October 18, 1992, with mom and Alexander at minus 24 days |
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| with Alexander, summer 1995 |
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