A trip to Williamsburg for Easter

This Easter, mom and I decided to drive to Williamsburg to save grandmother the trip up 95 and so that we could also see Frank. Jeff stayed in Savannah and the Davis' were just returning from a trip to Paris, so it was pretty quiet with just the 4 of us. That was until we went to dinner anyway...

Grandmother made reservations for us at the country club within Ford's Colony. I asked her before we left the house what the dress code was and she said that the only thing she was told was "no sneakers." Deciding to error on the side of caution, I put on nice slacks and shirt and shoes. We were a little concerned about what Frank might be wearing since he was coming from CNU. As it turns out he was in jeans, but he managed to find some decent shoes in his car so we thought we were safe. Only when we walked into the country club we were informed that no denim was allowed in the dining room. Well that set grandmother off. Doesn't that man know you can't argue with her? Anway, we tried to calm her down and usher her out the door, content to go somewhere else for dinner, but as we passed an arriving bridal party on the way out she yelled "They can take their country club and shove it up their ass!" Plan B was a Japanese steakhouse down the street, that we all agreed was much better than the country club anyway!



The rest of the weekend was less eventful. Grandmother and I dyed easter eggs and we collectively decided to blow off church in favor of lounging around the house.