One Of Those Nights

Have you ever had One Of Those Nights? When everything goes just completely . . . right? When life totally doesn't suck?

Yeah, we had one of those recently, too.

It helped, upon arrival, to be greeted by this image:

Smitten? Us? Why, yes. Yes, we are.

The chips-and-salsa, the mozzarella "snack", the olives and lobstah and margies and guac didn't hurt either.

And neither did the presence of my biggest*, baddest* sister.

*She's neither big nor bad. It's an expression. It's poetic license.

 Yes, Mistah has socks-and-no-shoes on. Don't judge . . . 

. . . his peeps love him despite his quirky footwear choices. 

And boy-oh-boy, are they quirky.

We are a lucky people with our doyenne, our matriarch, our Queen, on hand . . .

. . . and our beloved Da Dowd on hand, with his ever-awesome home . . .

. . . and our MB on hand, with her ever-positive spirit and ever-ready prep knife  . . .

. . . and our San Diego girl visiting us -- us! -- on her own.

Yes, she's very cute . . .

 . . . but mostly she's fierce . . .

 . . . fiercely fierce.

It was One Of Those Nights . . .

. . . one of those memorable Summer Nights . . .

. . . when everything was just . . .

. . . Perfect.