That it was!
After the ceremony, we took our daughter to eat at one of our old "haunts"--The Port of Call.
As we waited for a table, we gazed upon the pic of Ruthie the Duck Girl in her place of honor on the wall, and waxed nostaligic.
My husband and I realized we hadn't popped in there in over 20 years--but we didn't consider our daughter's education complete without a trip, to, well, it's technically the Marigny.
I'm full. I'm fat. I'm exhausted, and they are educated.
Tip for tourists: Do NOT order the Red Turtle. (yes, I broke the no hard liquor rule again, but all it took was three sips.)
I'm gonna go take my stomach pills and go to bed.
Thanks you all (especially the Sharons)
Ya'll have pretty much watched them grow up.
As I regressed.
G'nite lovies! *smoochies*