Naked angel babies flew over us playing trumpets as we ate. It was a little distracting, and disturbing, too. They weren't wearing diapers, after all.
We were completely surrounded by religious pictures, art, and statues. It was like it was MY birthday instead of Toni's! But it wasn't.
Alex eyes Lance suspiciously- or maybe he's still trying to catch the Pope camera?
Toni begged the waitresses to sing "Happy Birthday" to her, and really, what choice did they have? She made it clear their tip depended on it. And so they clapped and sang so well in unison it was almost like they had done it before. Five minutes ago. In an adjoining dining room. (Part of this is a lie- which part?)
Lance was so excited by the singing he forgot to cover his face when I took this picture- HAHA!
Everyone had a great time, and ate a LOT of food- small dishes feed 3 people, large dishes feed 6! We had a huge lazy susan in the middle of the table so that the pasta, wine, salad, garlic bread and tiramisu could revolved before us as we stuffed ourselves. Happy Birthday, indeed!