Well, the day started out okay. We had brunch at my mother's assisted living center, which was quite nice, although they promised complementary mimosas, and I didn't see any. I ate the chocolate mousse to assuage my hurt feelings.
Then I took Mikey for a haircut, inadvertently letting the girl cut it WAY too short, and he refused to speak to me about about two hours. He did mouth a few profanities, until I mouthed a threat of a time-out.
Mikey's 4th/5th grade lacrosse team played at 3pm, and they've never looked better. He got 3 assists and scored a goal himself. It was wonderful to watch, especially after the stunning defeats they've suffered week after week.
About how, you're asking youself, "Why did she call this 'Mother's Day Dinner?'" I'm getting there.
We took MIL Betty, my mom, the kids, and Ra Youn, our Korean host daughter, to Bravo!, a wonderful Italian restaurant. Betty (diabetic with Alzheimer's, in case you've forgotten) ordered a martini, then a second one, and tried to order a third. David told her NO, and she was ticked off to say the least. The poor young waiter wasn't sure what to do, but I explained that if he brought her another drink she'd be going home with HIM. He came back a few minutes later, and she asked again for the drink. He showed a resourceful imagination I never expected from one so young: "I'm not allowed to overserve, ma'am. I could lose my license." By the time Betty processed this, he was gone again. She was getting downright crabby about not being allowed to have a third martini, when suddenly her head dropped down. I was afraid she'd died, but she'd just fallen asleep at the table...
We did let her order a big chocolate dessert, as her teeth had begun to fall out and she couldn't finish her dinner. If you've ever seen Monsters Inc., cue up the Harryhausen's Restaurant scene, and watch for the shot of the monster opening his mouth to eat something--another mouth comes out of his mouth and snatches up the food. This is very much like Betty looked, with her teeth detaching from her guns, as though they had a life of their own... but not as funny.
Yet we survived all this, and we were just getting up to leave, when I heard a crash. David had been walking with Betty, holding her left arm. Without warning, she keeled over to the right and slipped out of his grip, her head landing inches from a big cement pillar. Two very nice doctors came rushing over, and asked if they could help. I asked the woman if she could have Betty put down... she smiled, but damn it, didn't answer.
Okay, just blowing off steam just then.
Thankfully, Betty didn't knock over the dessert table, and wasn't hurt, except for bruising her shoulder.
This was still better than the infamous Dinner at Carrabas, which I'll describe some other time. I'll give you a hint--don't read it while YOU'RE having dinner...
Monday, May 10, 2010
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