|Tennis bun fight at our house|
There was the Father Daughter dance, Tallulah always resists the fancy and wears a cardigan, rope belt and moccasins with any given dress. I told her to smile and she showed the self defence moves they taught at school. Arghaagghh!!
|Kevin and Tallulah, 12, in a touching moment before the Father-Daughter Dance|
Harley was invited to the Senior Prom, which was different from Junior Prom in that all the girls wore long dresses, beautifully
|Harley and Lily at the Oakland Rose Gardens|
|Not sure what this pointy finger sign means...|
|When in doubt with a party, put a net in your backyard. Cindy, 52!, and her son Travis, 16.|
My lovely friend Kat (she makes fantastic tabletop stuff if you need some) bought me the flowers above. I know all the etiquette books tell you not to bring flowers to a party because the hostess has to look for a vase, but scrap that rule if you're coming to mi casa.
Cousin Leah arrived from Auckland New Zealand, she'd flown the whole 12 hours by herself. Tallulah couldn't wait to show her off at school: "It's like having a new puppy!" she said.
Mexican food is not my first go-to. I prefer anything Asian, but nido on Oakland's waterfront is one to put on your list. It's already on Micheal Bauer's Top 100 list - he's FoodGod here, has the power of Britain's A.A. Gill but without the attitude and cheekbones (actually no one knows what MB looks like.) Bizarrely nido is next to a busy motorway looking out onto a petrol station. You drink out of under jam jars, eating off tin plates, it's all repurposed wood and walls of shipping containers. But because of it's orientation you bask for hours in the sun and the food is fresh and tasty and it has pepper- tequilla margs that make you see gas stations as conceptual modern art.
|Mike of Kenny'n'Mike with cucumber puree marg. at nido.|