Imagine my friends, that you are ready to celebrate your 81st birthday. All of your 6 children come down for the weekend to take you out to dinner and partake in merriment. You can choose any restaurant for your dinner. If you are my old man, you pick this:


It brings back fond memories of his youth, because it's been open since his youth. Since 1942 to be exact. The old man made reservations and we all went over for a St Patrick's Day buffet dinner. Frances ate 4 baby carrots, Lewis had ONE meatball and Elly and Ana had salad. My dinner consisted of a boiled potato, a boiled carrot and a wedge of cabbage that had been boiled in pickling spices. Mmmmmmmmmmm. On the way over to my Dad's house afterwards, I had to make a pit stop at McDonald's so the kids could actually eat.


They certainly were in the Saint Patty's Day spirit. Here's one of the waitresses.


Cousin Al, for some reason, thought it was a good occassion to teach Lewis a tango........


As always, the saving grace was the hotel and pool. We spent hours swimming.


A rare sighting of Frances and Elly communicating with no venom spitting forth.


On Sunday we headed home and stopped at the Corning Glass Museum. Frances took all of the pictures in the museum.


All the kids loved this one. Lewis kept screaming "look out all you dudes in the houses, the knives are coming."


BIG FRUIT





We watched glass blowers, which was really cool.

What blog worthy activities will take place this weekend? Stay tuned.