the best part of this was the croissants -- ordered from the williams-sonoma catalog. they are as good as any we had in gay paree last fall, and we don't have to surround ourselves with dirty frenchmen to enjoy them.
jenette's family came over. lauren, as always, was a big hit.
it was mom and dad's 35th anniversary on sunday, and my in-laws' 40th earlier in the week, so we celebrated at the finest italian restaurant known to man: maggiano's little italy, which was a staple of my parents' visits to chicago way back when.
of course, fatty got some welcome relaxation on the couch monday afternoon, because it's hard out here for a cat.
a whole bunch of stuff happened, and then last night, we saw the fireworks.
this was taken right after we'd downed a whole pitcher of orange juice laced with LSD. i was yelling like samuel l. jackson in his "samuel jackson" commercial on chappelle's show.
"it'll get you drunk!"
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