Save Room for Jesus

Like all the great drummers that have gone before; Ringo Starr, Neil Peart, Keith Moon...then there is M's marching band bass drummer date...who I will refer to as "the boy" (and I would like more if he had a date with the barber)

(Which by the way, what is up with these boys and the no jacket fashion? I mean pinning a boutonniere to a dress shirt, not so easy.)

To liven things up F-Uncle Dan stopped by to give his F-uncle approval (which is still pending). Of course such a task requires hilly billy (fake) teeth and a fart machine in the pocket so, he sounded as if he was breaking wind he went for the F-Uncle feeler hand shake. M simply looked at "the boy's" mother and said "meet my family". The mother coming to snap pictures ruined King Ralph's whole planned speech; which I am sure he will be giving at another opportune time.
There was the gathering with many friends for some pre-dance photos

The group grew some more

My parting words to M's date as they left for the dance, or should I say dinner--"save room for Jesus".

And, I, was, not, kidding!

"The boy" is still in the process of having his date my daughter application being processed. Processing may take...a-hell-of-a-long-time.

Really--here's to tons of fun at LHS's Shanghai High Night's homecoming dance