Sunday: Post-MRI 2-Hour Car Party Results In Horrific 4-Part Vocal Rendition of "McArthur Park" In Wildly Immature Drennan & Friends Celebration

That about says it.

Who would think that something as morose as a 90-minute MRI checking for metastatic liver cancer, for Pete's sake, could turn into a party lasting into the wee hours, involving a giant Italian dinner, followed by a two-hour road trip full of ear-splitting, howling renditions of a remarkable medley of horrific songs, performed in a variety of completely wrong keys, at unthinkable volumes, while Bill--BILL! MISTER SERENE!--not participating in the actual singing, quietly drove our SUV, containing we four long-time friends, all of us far too old to be acting like 15-year-olds, but doing so, nonetheless, along 421 toward home, as midnight approached?

"SOMEONE LEFT THE CAKE OUT IN THE RAAAAAAINNNNN!!!!!!!!"

"ON A DAY LIKE TODAY, I PASSED THE TIME AWAY, WRITING LOVE LETTERS IN THE SAAAAAAAAAAAAND!"

"GOT THE BILL, AND RITA PAID IT, TOOK HER HOME AND NEARLY MADE IT, SITTING ON A SOFA WITH A SISTER OR TWO!"

"ALL I WANT IS A ROOM SOMEWHERRRRRRE, FAR AWAY FROM THE COLD NIGHT AIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRR"

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKLAHOMA WHERE THE WIND GOES DRIFTING DOWN THE SOMETHING OR OTHER I DON'T KNOW WHO CARES?"

As well as many portions of many songs from "Mame," a musical in which one of our car partyers will soon be performing at the Little Theater in Ashe county.

Well, we certainly didn't expect our evening to go like THAT, but we haven't had so much fun in a long, long, long, long time.

The MRI did take a shocking 90 minutes, and Bill's back, hands, and feet were speaking French by the time it was over, but by then it was 7, so our friends took us to Carrabba's in Winston for an Italian feast, and then we drove home in FINE spirits, even though it was wayyyyyyyyyyy past our bedtime.

We have no results at all from the test, not even little comments by the MRI conductor, from which to glean tiny inferences.

But we do expect a call on Monday with results, which I will post instantly.

Thank you for caring, and I hope you're enjoying your Mother's Day or Other's Day or whatever you're celebrating. I'm having one of my best Mother's Days ever, which I would never have foreseen, but it's because so many people knew that my children would be completely ignoring me today, due to their amazingly timed fit of pique, so these wonderful not-my-children individuals have sent me love notes, cheery cards, and even FLOWERS!!!!!!!!!!!!! and lots of love and reassurance that I was a great mom, and kids will be kids, and not to blame myself.

So if the MRI shoe falls tomorrow, Billyboy and I can certainly say that we partied right up to the last minute, and if the shoe DOESN'T fall, we'll keep right on partying: This is FUN!

Love to all.