Yesterday was one of those times.
We were at the beautiful Branford House at beautiful Avery Point in, well, beautiful Groton.
It was a stunning afternoon and look who was with us, out there in the river.
That's right, ol' Ledgie. Ledgie likes a fancy party now and then, too.
There was a giant thunderstorm earlier in the day, and the crazy dark clouds never quite left . . .
. . . which made for lovely photo-ops.
I maybe shouldn't have stayed out quite so late the night before . . .
The food was fabulous -- my personal favorites were the rare rare tenderloin station and the smoked salmon -- and the bartenders at the open bars poured with a heavy hand. My father-in-law would have approved; he used to say "I make every drink as if I were going to drink it myself."
Mistah spent most of the party like this. He's a working man, you know.
But if you've got to be a working man, The Bran's a pretty nice place to ply your trade.