This year four of us headed to Flatbread's for a Christmas dinner. A great idea and lots of fun was had by all, well ... except for Pip. The little grumbler fell asleep on the car ride over and was quite annoyed to have to wake up. He literally spent the first half hour sulking outside our private room on a chair, refusing to allow anything to improve his spirit. Believe me, I tried everything. Even a delivery of chocolate milk from the waitress, while taken and sipped, was met with a nasty grunt.
Giving up, I continued in with the party and eventually he made his way into the room. Here's a lingering sour face from the big man:
Perhaps Jameson was playing a little copy? Perhaps he was just not having the camera.
At any rate, these guys can't stay mad forever and soon they were running circles around the table, screaming like banshees. Upon second thought, the grunting was better.
As usual, the ladies simply had to withstand the boys. And they did it with smiles.
Conor about to indulge in some chocolate.
Nick got a lion stuffed animal in the present swap. A winner!
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