After the watermelon fiasco, my party turned out to be a downright hootenanny. Fun was had by all and some said it was my best shindig yet. The next day, old pal, Tara, came for a visit and me, Sean, and Mom squeezed in a few college visits the day after for the youngest Langan’s budding basketball career. And then it was Tuesday, my last day on the east coast. Well, not like last day EVER – (that sounded dramatic) just for this vacation. Mom and I darted up to Pennsylvania to see Nonie and Pop Pop and then came home because the whole Langan clan, all four of us, had dinner reservations at a Hibachi restaurant for my farewell feast.We stroll into the Hibachi place and take our seats. Everyone knows a hibachi staple is that the chefs try and throw food into your mouth, so Sean and I…