playing on the lawn

We interrupt your search for a stimulating tidbit of writing to inform you that I am departing for this beautiful place. #1 Son is the reason. He has an on-campus interview tomorrow.

We take along Mr. Way Cool Bass Player, just for our entertainment. Plus, it never hurts to have an extra dose of cool at your side.

We shall stay at the New Haven Lawn Club, where we aced the "members-only" hassle by being remotely related to someone who is a member. I don't imagine we will have time for any lawn-type games, but you never know. When the preppy- spirit hits, we may gussy up in chaps or whatnot and grab a leather stick for a killer yet refined game of....lawn ball?

Whatever it takes to not look like a trio of North country yokels...I'm in.