Dinner Party: With Neighbors

Mado (she of the cows-in-the-road adventure) called to say that her 12-year-old wanted to host a dinner party for the neighbors and me, so Saturday night all 11 of us crammed into the dining room. Food was eaten, games were played (there was miming involved, which was particularly entertaining when Lance Armstrong was confused with Neil Armstrong), the neighbor went home and got his saxophone and came back to play three very loud songs, which I found odd because, you know, no one asked him. He just did it.

So that's about it, then. Time changed overnight here (we're on a slightly different time-changing schedule here), and I woke up entirely too early. Yay for vacation!