So, our Ernie K-Doe's Mother-in-Law Lounge debut was beaucoup fun. Antoinette has done a lovely job of dolling up the sideyard. But of course, as is the way of such things, it all ran late. (We arrived at five-thirty and were the first ones there. Despite my claim of food starting at five, neither the food nor the P.A. showed up until well past six.) The girls were the only kids, and as the grown-ups talked too much, they grew grumpy and antsy. So I played a parental-ace-card: "Here, use the camera."
The results are below, taken by some jumbled blend of the two:
The aforementioned K-Doe-Auto-Icon. Later in the evening, he and his two pet stuffed dachshunds—I don't think they were real stuffed dachshunds—were wheeled outside to attend the festivities. Actually, I took this one, but I couldn't leave it out.
There were numerous brightly painted toilets being used (or on their way to being used) as planters. The girls found this very amusing. By Louise.
They were also very amused by the brightly painted charcoal grills used as planters. By Louise.
And they liked the pink flamingo. By Louise.
The grandpa, up close and personal. By June. (Side note: The Mother-in-Law Lounge is just down the street from the house where my dad grew up, a lovely grand old double gallery, which is sadly now on the verge of collapse. So, it was a curious circle for him, this bit of rejuvenation in a stretch of bust-out neighborhood that he'd left a half-century before.)
Somebody (I'm looking at you, June) really liked the pink flamingo. By June.
The band plays as the sun sets over the I-10. We didn't have enough mikes, so all backup vocals had to be hollered. (Good thing I'm a country boy. They don't call it Possum Holler for nothing.) You will note that, in addition to having the world's biggest head, I also have the world's biggest mouth. By June.