I was shaving for dinner and had a bit of a mishap. The only solution was to take the whole thing off and start over. So my face is now as soft as Antonio's bottom. He still remembered me, so that's good.
Monday morning I got an email... were we coming to the 7th Heaven funeral. Since I didn't know about the 7th Heaven funeral, I said what? Then I found out that they were throwing a "funeral" for the show, and I said sure.
Of course, the email came at 7:30 in the morning and the party started at 6:00 PM. No problem, just book a flight, pack our bags, get Antonio ready for his second plane trip, send Havana off to stay at Auntie Chrissy's. It was all so easy.
Unfortunately, the only two non-exit row seats next to each other available at anytime during the day were in First Class, but the privileges of being Alaska MVP Gold Members -- Free Upgrades. So Deb, Antonio and I hit row 2 on our way down to LA. Antonio is about the cutest traveler ever.
We landed at 5:00. The party was in one hour and we had LosAngeles traffic to deal with. The only logical solution, Town Car (Thanks, Brenda).
We got to the 6:00 party at Hollywood Forever Cemetery at 6:01. It was quite a scene. People I'd worked with for the past seven years all gathered to say goodbye. A gospel choir. Johnny Ramone's grave. Everything you think of when you think of family-friendly television.
When it was over we said our goodbyes and headed back to the car. It was nice to spend a night in our condo, and the Town Car driver was even nice when Antonio threw up all over the backseat on the way to Santa Monica. Antonio had a long day and it was well past his bedtime, but he was such a trooper.
We were up early the next day and caught our flight, Antonio was so tired, he slept in my arms almost the entire way home. The other passengers were very happy about that development.
Deb and I were both very impressed that we still had our ability to hop on a plane at a moment's notice. But mostly we were very happy to help celebrate the end of something that had been a part of my life for the last seven years. And Antonio was happy he was there, too.
Deb had an event in Atlanta, and instead of leaving us boys to trash the house, she called my parents in to help. We had a great time. But like I've been bad with the updating lately, I was very bad with the pictures this weekend. Here is one at story time with special guests, Bonk, Becky and Preston.
Then Deb came home and it was another beautiful day, so the whole family went for a walk.
This is what it looks like when Havana gets a "time out" for yelling at too many passing dogs.