so we all trooped out to a chic restaurant

...and the teenagers pretended they weren't at the same table with us. I was disoriented because the noisy diners were making it impossible for me to hear and what is usually a daffy mix of Vietnamese and Mexican was doing a special Christmas menu that was... well... vexing. They had a lot of entrées involving Muscovy ducks and I was appalled. "I can't eat Stanley... that would be cannibalistic or something!" Well, 99, it won't be Stanley. "Yes, but maybe one of his descendants! Stanley was a sterling duck! How could anybody eat him!" So I ate a former lamb... with garlic and bing cherry reduction no less.

Then we went to see some seriously arty farty Christmas lights, with the full moon and Mars blasting down on us, on the way home. The teenagers had disowned us completely directly after dinner, and we ate birthday cake in our codgertude without them.