Mother's birthday

My parents came into town for dinner for my mother's birthday.

She is 63.

Exactly 30 years older than her middle child, moi.

We went to Seasons 52, a fairly new restaurant in Indianapolis.

I love it.

Dad sported his usual navy blazer.

Robby wore a lavender Ralph Lauren madras plaid shirt that my dad wore when we were kids.  Robby likes old shite.

I found this to be quite a hoot.

So Li'l Robby was sporting 80s Bob vintage attire for dinner.  

Here Jane is deciding on her mini dessert from the tower of decadence.

Dad has a look of consternation over Robby's shirt. 

I kid. 

In typical Bob fashion, it was Mom's birthday yet we got a present.

Oh, snap!

A fancy ass Canon camera?

Don't mind if I do!

Trinity is holding the lens cap that I tried to lose 4x before we left the restaurant.

He refused to pose with it as a monocle, Mr. Peanut style.

Sometimes he isn't as fun as me.

I have to read the manual, but blog photos will soon be greatly enhanced.  Fewer rabid raccoon eyes in my photos.

Except for Kashmir.