This afternoon we go to my nephew's bar mitzvah. The bar mitzvah, for family, is all of shabbat - Friday afternoon until Saturday night. The party is Sunday evening.
Or, as I like to tell Rachel, it's three days of peace, love, and Berlingers.
My father may be too sick to attend (and if he doesn't, my mom won't either), as he is seriously ill from cancer and getting worse. Keep Menachem ben Miriam in your prayer.
Of course, I was asked to bring games, so, when we're not eating, sleeping, praying, or listening, you know what we'll be doing.
Update: edited due to a sense of propriety.