Sunday, May 16, 2010
The obligatory photo shoot at a beautifully landscaped East Greenwich home lasted a long long time. There were eighteen promers and at least thirty parents madly snapping away. I got a little bored and started shooting the limo, a stretch Ford Expedition. We once had a loner Expedition when our petite minivan was in the shop. I couldn't drive it because I thought I'd take out any unfortunate mailboxes or pedestrians in my path.
We hosted the post-prom party at our house. Marty drove back from NYC for the weekend, so he was here when the kids arrived. I was snoozing comfortably two floors up and heard nothing. Harry had a track meet in the morning, so they were all gone by 8:00. No photos of the party--Harry would've killed me.