Trouble in Paradise

The trouble in Paradise was Meredith's dad. It all started when Grandma Poo took us to dinner at the club and it turned out to be a theme night: Spain, specifically. Not an organization to do things by halves, this club had gone all out. There was a pan of paella about 5 feet wide. There was rice pudding, flan, and orange cake. There was a 50 foot buffet with every Spanish delicacy imaginable. And, of course, there were Flamenco dancers. After a lot of stamping and twirling and scarf flinging, they wanted volunteers. In a room full of those in the 70+ age range, there weren't a lot of takers. But Chris was there to fill that awkward pause. He couldn't have been more thrilled to fill the awkward pause. And I have to say, he brought the house down...

Luckily, Dan Dan was there to capture the moment with his handy iPhone. Anyone who knows Chris knows that he'll be glad to tell you this story in much greater detail. Just ask. But I give you fair warning: the terrible Spanish accent isn't optional.