Daughter Becky's prom was this past Saturday, and insofar as we are inadequately positioned economically to give her much of anything tomorrow (when she graduates high school) aside from applause, we decided to throw her an after-prom party.  

This meant getting our basement Truly and Actually Clean, a project that has been months in the making and which was not finally done until, oh, 11 PM Saturday night.

My job, all day, was to drive places.  This was the easy job, because wife Deb (with son Tim's help) was in charge of all the actual cleaning, something I am apparently genetically incapable of doing properly.

I ended up driving to two malls in Watertown three times (once for earrings for Becky as she couldn't find the ones she wanted; once for a new vacuum when our old one broke in the middle of the cleaning; once for vacuum bags, as the one I bought only came with one bag), three times to CVS (for milk in the morning; carpet and upholstery cleaner in the afternoon; a prescription later in the afternoon) to the grocery store three times (once for carpet and upholstery cleaner because the stuff we bought at CVS was ammonia-based, which is not what you want to put on your couch when there are cats in your home; once for more carpet and upholstery cleaner because two cans were not enough; once for chips and dips for the party) one trip to Wilson's Farm for fruit and eggs, because we were preparing brunch for the children the next morning, and twice to the Boston hotel where the event took place.

The last part came out of nowhere, because the kids had claimed they were okay with taking the train.  And there were twelve of them going as a group.  But when all were gathered at one of the houses for photos (not, thank God, our house) the parents gathered together and figured out how to drive all of them in multiple cars.  Yay.  That would have been my nap time, right there.

The good news is, we ended up with somewhere in the neighborhood of 10-14 high school kids in our home overnight, nothing got broken, nobody got arrested, and nobody found out about the Mike's Lemonade six pack they snuck in.

Oh.  Except for that last part.  We did find out about that.