The stairway at the Opera House where the wedding was. Can you see me?
Gibson playing with his Boppy.
Owen eating groom's cake.
No. It was not an armadillo cake. It was a Batman cake.
The wedding was lovely. Short, sweet, and to the point. My son Hank officiated. Lily was a bridesmaid. When it was time for the bride and groom to kiss, Owen said, "I can't watch this," and he hid his eyes behind his hands.
There was delicious barbecue. I could have eaten about ten pounds of that meat. I only ate about 1/2 pound. So that's good, right?
We left right after the cake-cutting. Owen had taken me into the hallway where it was quiet and asked if he and Gibson could spend the night with us.
"Yes," I told him. "You can."
It was a fine afternoon. I got to show Owen the stage where I've been in a lot of plays, where Jessie has played her mandolin. He climbed up the stairs to the stage and stood front and center. It was sort of beautiful. "Maybe someday you can be in a play here," Hank told him.
He considered that, Owen did, although I'm not sure he understands what a play is. He liked the dressing rooms. He asked where the spotlights were onstage. I showed him.
It was pretty cool.
I hear that Jason danced to Billy Jean at the wedding reception and we missed it. Damn. I wish we'd stayed long enough to see that. I'm sure it's getting pretty wild there by now. And it's time to settle down here at Mer and Boppy's house.
The old people and the very young. It's almost bath time.
There will probably be pancakes tomorrow morning.
See you then.