Kareoke Mondays

On Monday nights, at the Bill Gray's in Seabreeze, my Dad and sister Debbie go to sing kareoke. Since we finally had a beautiful evening, I asked Mary if her and the kids would want to join the B's there for dinner and to watch them sing.

Dad was the first one up, and Austin sang third. Quite a crowd gathers by 8 pm, so Dad and Deb end up with a large audience. The kids started getting a little restless after one too many of the younger singers were up. We decided to walk over to the outlet, where the bridge swings to the side in the summer to let the boats travel between the lake and the bay. They thought that was pretty cool.

We stopped to feed the ducks and the swans on our way back. There were two ladies there with garbage bags full of loaves of bread. I don't know if they bought the bread, or got old bread or what, but some of it was Wegman's specialty breads, round loaves with the fancy cuts on top. So here is Austin and Joey, with a slice of bread each, doling it out to their sisters a pinch at a time, and these ladies are throwing 5 slices at a time into the water. They must've had 20 loaves of bread between them. You'd think they'd give the kids a slice or two! The one woman said she comes down twice a week! Whatever!

The night topped off with a custard from Abbott's. Yum!