At the Motel
Woke up in the morning, started packing and then discussed about which buffet to go to. I have always wanted to bring Mom and Dad to the Paris Buffet. We chose the Paris over Baleys.
The buffet was good. I actually had some space for desert and the feeling was just right, not over-stuffed.
 Waiting at Paris |  The Buffet |  My First Plate |
 Paris Chandalier |  Out of Paris |  In Paris |
Then we headed home: Los Angeles. They dropped me off Debbie's place cause I planned to stay there for the following two nights. Debbie was still in the fellowship when we got there. My parents did a little of catching up with Debbie's mom and learned about the "Debbie's Memorial Day". Sympathy over the accident, mixed with Laughter over the Possum story. But at the end, the possum story always sticks out more.
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