Happy 70th Papa!

Ben's dad John, Elliot's "Papa", just turned 70. We celebrated in a lovely private room in one of Boston's oldest restaurants haunted (maybe quite literally) by some of Boston's historic royalty, like JFK. Though not required by the restaurant, we made it our own black tie affair - which is no small feat for a party of 10 with 2 pregnant ladies and 3 patrons under 8 years old.

It was touch and go if Elliot was even going to come to dinner with us. Since the night before, we took her out to eat with us, and without warning, no coughing this time, and no other signs of illness, she threw up all over us, the table and herself. And not just a dainty little bit. I am pretty sure we are banned from Not Your Average Joe's date-night Fridays for ever more and probably indirectly reminded some patrons to use birth control that night as we ran out of there like a scene in a horror movie. Poor Elliot! She recovered at home, but we feared a repeat performance at Locke-Ober (who recommended the private room in part bc they don't take kindly to babies!).

Turns out she was a super star diner. Enjoying her (dad's) JFK Lobster Stew, all the bread basket she could eat, mashed potatoes and french fries. Special thanks to Alex & Zoe & the ghosts down the hall for keeping her entertained most of the night.


The Kids in the Hall


Elliot explaining to Ammi what happened at dinner last night...

Posing with the posse.

The Ladies


The Gents.

The flaming dessert of fire! It kinda fascinated and scared the kids.


Elliot & Ben leaving into the night.