If you have any knowledge of the house I mentioned above, you know it's not really called the "Grover House." A smile crosses my lips to think of it as such, since the real name is a bit more challenging to say. Not really that challenging, but more difficult in it's discernment with an awkward spelling. I'll look it up later and share it then I suppose.
Meeting her aunt was fun, and in spite of the warnings given this aunt, I foresee interesting interactions with that one. Her, and by her I mean Stephany, pops was a decent seeming guy, but how much can you gauge when you barely talk to him for five minutes? Still, having spoken with him for a bit longer since then my opinion stands, that he's a decent guy.
Topping the evening's outings off at Los Tres, we ate a good meal, took a few pics, and I was even privileged to learn just how lightweight she really is. Granted, she didn't get drunk, at least not by my perceptions, but she became more outspoken and giddy than I anticipated from such a small drink. Not enough to be called a "lush," but I'll train her.