Saturday night was a very special evening for my family, and especially for my Dad.
He had a very big birthday, and we had a lovely dinner at a restaurant in CT called Zia's to celebrate. It was mostly immediate family - my mom (duh), myself and Matt, my big brother Jay and his fiancee Kristin, and we had two close family friends join us - Leigh and Scott. What ensued was scintillating conversation, lots of laughs, and a few wary looks from nearby patrons. And a random diner from another table attempted to sell/ rent us a condo in Farmington CT, which I promptly then attempted to sell him some horse manure (take that!). Needless to say, he didn't believe me. We had some fun with that one.
And then came the shots. Amaretto. Yum!
Dad has a look on his face like, "I'm the birthday boy, maybe I'll get TWO shots! Hee hee hee!"
They came in really cute little mini glasses.
That's the wine cork from the bottle Kristin and I shared. And then we got individual glasses after we kicked the bottle. Lush much?
This is a fantastic picture! That's my mom and dad. Mom is cracking up over something, and Dad is...well, he looked like that all night long. Someone was having a good time, eh?
In all seriousness, my Dad has been the best dad most gals can ask for. He supported me when I took dance. He supported me when I rode horses. He supported me when I went back to dance and tried to sing. And then he supported me again...back to horses.
And he let me go to Woodstock '99. But that's only because he, himself went to the original Woodstock, and his parents still do not know. I love that story. I hope they don't read this blog.
My Dad is my homie.
And clearly, he knows it!
Here's to another 60 years of health and happiness, Dad! Love you!
From top left, Clockwise: Jay, Kristin, Moi, Matt, Scott, Dad, Mom, Leigh