Bar Mitzvah went swimmingly, afterbrunch also a lot of fun, at least until the Katz family showed up. Long story short, we're probably not allowed back at the Grange any time soon.
Pickles is in his cups, birthday hat sideways, fur everywhere, keeps busting stuff up, then having a sad, reflective moment mumbling through the first bit of the Mourner's Kaddish. Next event, no open bar.
Need to take Peretz to an ATM to deposit checks.