A rotten day in Phoenix with Eliot's family and their friends. It was Eliot's great grandson's 7th birthday. Eliot's granddaughter is a really great mother and her kids are terrific, 7, 6 and a baby. It was just that there were all these younger people, I guess friends of everybody who I didn't know and I ended up sitting most of the day in this one chair on the patio and they didn't even let me hold the baby. Did they think I was going to drop it?
And they spent so much time talking about hunting and the deer that his other granddaughter's boyfriend had shot and there just wasn't anybody I could talk to or anything I could do to help out in the kitchen since I don't navigate well and I just think if there's another such occasion I just won't go. I can't imagine Eliot had a good time either. And the worst thing is that there was a pinata filled with candy that they put in a bowl on the table right in front of me and I ate probably a dozen little bars of something chocolate.
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