Hobnobbing

Mistah and I spend a lot of time at the beach and on our deck and, well, at the Tavern. But that does not mean we don't get our glad rags out every once in a while and hit a fancy party.

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.

See? Lovely.

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.

I mean, look at this place.

Here's me again.

And here's Bill again.

And look! Here's me again. With the moon rising behind me.

It was a beautiful big fat moon, and a stunning evening.

I'm starting to like crossing that bridge.