Well, almost everybody. Some people skipped the meal and opted for happy dreams instead.
The pouring rain let up just enough for me to drive in with minimum angst but it poured again and I was lucky to be going home in the opposite direction from a multi-car pile up on one of the NJ bridges. I was happy to get home.
In the category of never-a-dull-moment, we will have houseguests again tomorrow night. Our Bethesda Gillman grandkids have the week off, so they and their parents will arrive just in time for dinner (which we will order in). There is a pizza place in the next town which is making matzo pizza. Sounds vile.
The rain is supposed to go away and the weekend will be lovely. By that time, I will be in another country and miss the few days of sun we will have had so far this year in NJ.