Sometimes a moment just feels so completely and comfortably perfect. Like holding Dylan in my lap during the 4th of July fireworks on the beach. She insisted I hold my hands tightly over her ears to muffle the sound of the fireworks.
I would have a way too adorable picture of this if I hadn’t forgotten to charge my camera. What the heck was I thinking? I must have been living in the moment or something. Jeesh.
And Summer adored the fireworks too. At bedtime, she absolutely refused to let go of the glow in the dark necklace she got from her Bubbie (Yiddish for “grandmother who buys super cool stuff for the 4th of July”).
After celebrating our country’s independence, naturally it was time to play the Feud….
Yup, that’s Rick family. I must give credit to Rick’s brother Stevie who thought it would be fun to pose like the Family Feud. The kissing bandit (aka Richard Dawson) was sadly no where to be found.
We are all gussied up here to celebrate my sister-in-law Pam’s birthday. So we head to the Pool Bar at Harrah’s Casino in Atlantic City.
For a born and bred Connecticut girl, I sure know how to party like a Jersey rock star.
Or at least I thought I did until I realized we were all completely, insanely overdressed.
Umm…. this is apparently what the girls like to wear in A.C..
Holy crap. I could not believe the outfits on these ladies. Hundreds and hundreds of girls dressed in tiny, microscopic barbie doll clothes. And the guys did a lot of this…
Yes, he’s actually winking at the camera. So Rick’s brother Stevie thought he’d give the look a shot…
He just needs to add the wink and he’s there.
And Rick’s cousin Adam posed with some of the bikini clad waitresses…
Someone should tell those gals that if they want to make tips, they actually have to walk around and take drink orders from patrons.
I really like to think of myself as young and groovy but the techno music started to give me a serious headache and we just got so ridiculously tired that Rick and I headed home around 1 am.
But the birthday girl stayed out til 3 am (even without the short shorts or the micro mini).
But in my defense, Pam is a little younger than me. Ok, only two weeks younger but as you can imagine, it really makes a difference.
By the way, there was no sighting in Jersey of the super tan, Marilyn Monroe impersonator I told you about. Last I heard, he’s hiding out in Maine. Apparently, he’s there with his wife, some friends and maybe even Richard Dawson. That’s the word on the shore anyway.
Note to reader: I’m fearing that my blog might be spiraling into seedy territory lately, with all the shots of male abs, banana hammocks and bikini wearing cocktail waitresses. So next post, things are going to get a lot more classy and sophisticated around here. Really fancy. So before you log on, you might want to wear something nice.