Do We Know How to Party or What?

We all slept a little late this morning, still recovering from our serious sightseeing expeditions earlier in the week. Carey and I will wander down to PRB later to have lunch with Jim, see his new office and rehang his pictures, while John and Sarah go over to Mazza Gallerie to lunch at MacDonald's and catch "Sky High" at the theater there. But we can't leave before we get a delivery from a restaurant in NYC from which the Goofy One has ordered overnight delivery of rice pudding we read about in the Post last week-end. (Now you know why, if you didn't before, I call him the Goofy One.)

Yesterday Carey and I went to lunch at Bread and Chocolate and then to see "Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress" at the Avalon (http://www.theavalon.org/) while John and Sarah retrieved Charlotte from her babysitter's around one and went to the apartment swimming pool for a couple of hours. Carey and I picked up a roasted chicken and some potatoes for dinner from Magruder's and a DVD of "Festival Express" on our way home. We got back a little after four and John and the girls had just returned also. He was resting and they were drawing and coloring in the "fort" they've made in the basement.

Anja came to fetch Charlotte about 6 and both girls ended up over at her house (Charlotte: "Let's clean my room! It will be more fun than scrubbing the grout in Auntie's bathtub" (which they had demanded to do the day before)), so the adults dined sans children, though Jim got hung up at work and had cycled in, so by the time he arrived John and Carey were ready for a short walk up the street. But he was finished by the time they got back and we all watched some "Festival Express" (http://www.festivalexpress.com/) and Sarah did much interpretive dancing ("Shake that moneymaker!") before hitting the hay about 9:30.