My godmother is usually in town over Christmas and she had invited me to her sister's house for dinner on Boxing Day. She has known my mother since elementary school, so they are 77 years old. I told her I would be able to bring my mother along and she was delighted.
My mom, who has some dementia, remembered her good friend.
The large home was full of people and fun conversation. The host made
up his own prayer as we said grace before the meal, it was thankful yet
funny.
I had forgotten how lavish their dinners were, the food was absolutely delicious. Here's my plate:
One of the host's brothers apparently always wears colourful clothes. That night he wore orange jeans, a pink shirt, pink socks and a burgundy red vest. Someone asked where he gets his clothes. He said he shops in the women's department. The reason is that he finds men's clothes dull and are in fact more expensive. He will just have the ladies jeans altered with deeper pockets. His long time girlfriend was also at the party. I would guess he is in his seventies and I think it's great he is just being himself (non conformist) and in fact looked good, very dapper.
My mom had a wonderful time, ate well and was very animated. I must say I also enjoyed the evening.
