mothers day is not about cards and flowers and silly crap like that. it’s about all you can eat/drink buffets, shrimp and salsa and enchiladas and flan and whipped cream and champagne. that’s, all you can drink. we’re talking fun.
and when this consumption happens in downtown ventura in the midafternoon on the outdoor patio with old friends and our kids? let me tell you the air, it was so much more intoxicating than the sparkling wine the resturant purchased by the case for this event. seventy five degree ocean breezes alter your consciousness so thoroughly, so sweetly.
and then you figure these are teenagers taking you out. and there is not enough room in their car for everyone, so… improvise, right? we took the bus (don’t pics taken out of a bus window rock?)
seriously we could have had a ride, but we chose the adventure. we walked up the street, further than we needed to, because it was a beautiful afternoon.
i’d write better but i’m extremely drunk.
summary: mothers day = free champagne. the reward for all those hours of labor, when the kids take us out for a drunken brunch. i’m way to drunk to really express myself about this, but trust me, it’s all good.