Hi Brink,
Nah, they didn't let me keep the hat, it's a communal thing I believe.
But I did get a nice (ahem!) picture of myself wearing it. Beet red in the face. My son enjoyed the whole thing immensely, since he knows his mother intensely dislikes public attention. He's 19, 20 in January.
I had a lovely lobster dinner, which the kid tried to ruin by telling me that lobsters scream when they're boiled. (?!?)
When the meal came, I picked up the little lobster head and made it say, "Hi Ryan, I screamed when I died." I guess maturity doesn't happen automatically upon reaching 40? who knew?
Thank you so much for the Birthday wishes!
L