Mitchell's Prom, Dinner At Brasitas, Packing For The Lake

The Dude And His Family

Fashion Plates Of Darien

Well, it's a different morning here at the Albarrans but not for me.  I have been up at my usual 6:00 but it's now 7:00 and I am the only one up.  Everyone must have had a busy yesterday.  Mitchell, I think, had a sleep over but he has volleyball practice in an hour so he better be up and heading home or the coach will be giving him h-e-double toothpicks.

Not much to say about yesterday until late in the day.  The same olds, Beth and Evie continuing to get things ready for the move, my walking the dog.  Ramiro returned from Dallas around noon, and Evie and I went to Fairway, the grocery store for some reason, just to do something I guess, and we came home with a cherry pie for dessert.

Things began to heat up when Marisa got home at 3:00 and Mitchell rushed in from his volleyball practice at 4:00.  His coach, a disciple of Bobby Knight, could care less that there was a prom and had her usual practice.  Mitch jumped in the shower, hurriedly dressed in his tux, rushed downstairs to all our huzzahs, then drove off around 5:10 to his date's house, all of us following in another car. His girl friend, Mimi, lives about 10 minutes a way and they invited all of us over for some wine and appetizers, and for the picture taking.  They have a lovely house, are lovely people, and we sipped wine, ate shrimp, on their back patio, overlooking their rock garden and lawn, a beautiful night to be outside.  After an hour, the kids went down to their yacht club and we followed, to take even more pictures of the couple.  There must have been twenty to thirty couples there as well, with parents, all enjoying the night and the well dressed teens.

At The Yacht Club

With Granny, At Markham's Party

We thanked Mimi's parents and drove off for dinner around 7:00.  We finally found a restaurant that was not too busy, Brasitas, a South American fusion restaurant that we have eaten at a couple of times and really liked the originality of their food.  We were able to eat al fresco on a pleasant evening and our meals were great, especially Evie's and mine.  I had a whole red snapper, deep fried, with various spices and Evie had something called Wellington chicken, which was about as good a chicken as she has ever had.  We could give the restaurant and A+.

Dining Al Fresco At Brasitas, In Stamford

Marisa And A Red Snapper

We did not get home till after 9:00, spent about a half hour downloading prom pictures and playing with them on the computer, then had our dessert, cherry pie a la mode and watched a show with Marisa called So You Think You Have Talent.  It played the tragic, tear jerking card quite often. How could the judges vote off a kid who stutters, lost his voice, but wants to be a comedian.  Or the singer who wrote a song about his five year old son who died of cancer.  Shameless, like politicians, using the emotional tugs to get ahead.  It worked, so we can watch both of them next week if we want.

I am discovering the irony of Obama's presidency as I read Axelrod's BELIEVER; he got elected because he represented, to the electorate, a change to the divisiveness of the Congress only to find that because of who he is (black), what he represents (the people), and what he hoped to do (make sure the middle class got its fair share), he became the most divisive President in history, mainly because the Republicans vowed, from the beginning, to refuse to work with him, to block every and anything he proposed.  It makes me wish I had voted for  McCain or Mitt only because the Democrats would have been willing to compromise and allow them to get some needed things done, unlike the reprehensible Republican right who are impossible to deal with, with their 'uncompromising certainty' which leads nowhere.  Pelosi and Reid are no angels but they are saints compared to some on the Republican right like Louie Gomert, Ted Cruz, Rick Santorum, and friends. Enough.

It's after 8:00, no one is up yet and I made a faux pas.  A few minutes ago, I discovered Mitch was upstairs sleeping, woke hime because of his practice at 8:00, only to have him tell me it was cancelled.  Sorry Mitch.  It looks like our final day in in Darien will be nice.