Tag: mvp

Pics From The Car Show

We had a little sight-seeing tour of a car show happening a hop-skip-and-a-jump from our house.

volkswagen dune buggy
My one-time dream car: a late-’60s VW dune buggy
Model A
A Ford Model A with real leather trunk and a rumble seat
Bo's green machine
My regular mechanic has several show cars, including this one: a very rare ’93 Saab 900 configured for rally racing
yellow mustang convertible
An early-model Mustang convertible. My mother had a 1964-1/2 yellow Mustang convertible (the very first production year!) so I snapped a pic to show her. Alpha child, her veritable twin, is posing in front.

Not shown: about a hundred more cars, and a bunch of motorcycles.

Birthday Party, Part Deux (this time, with lasers)

Alpha’s choice of birthday party was laser tag at MVP.  (Last year we celebrated her birthday with mini-golf at the same place.)  So with a small group of her friends and a couple of adults, we tromped in and had a great time!

I rocked the scores.  Admittedly, there were more kids than adults (myself, Sam, and another adult not attached to our party) and a bunch of kids (again, not all attached to our party) but I really did wipe the other team out twice – two for two. Sam was a not-too-close second.)

I think we need to assemble some more adults and have another laser tag party there some time.  It’s like paintball without the bruises.

Afterwards: pizza and cake and video games, of course. Gifts were exchanged, some of which Alpha was really excited to see.

Alpha is currently off for a sleepover at Rho’s house.  (Like other greek letter-named people in this blog, that is not her real name – though I could imagine someone naming their child Rho so I feel like I should note that occasionally).  After all the trouble Alpha had in adjusting to the move, I never thought that we would be exchanging kids with another family so regularly as we have with Alpha and Rho.

Just an aside: I was chatting with Rho’s mother during the party, and it turns out that Alpha and Rho were rating boys at the last sleepover.  <sigh>