I thought the title of this entry would make a good short children's story. In fact, it was the final event of the convivial affair that was MC and Jon's wedding. When all was said and done, the children released the balloons into the black of night and we went home.
Actually, we didn't go home, we went to Infradig. Nonetheless, it would be a great ending to a story. The white balloons looked like stars that God had decided to add to the sky on this particular night. Or perhaps we sang them into existence with our continuous, deafening chord that preceded the sending off of the bride and groom.
The wedding was lovely, the reception set a new standard for Belz receptions, and the weekend overall was satisfying. I said hello to everyone and said goodbye to hardly anyone, which is how I prefer it.
Thanksgiving was relaxing and filled with tasty morsels of broccoli rabe and candied carrots and chestnuts with brussel sprouts and glag. Somehow my family gets more entertaining every time we get together. Perhaps we're all getting older and have more funny stories to tell.
I also went golfing and shot somewhere in the 80's. That was through nine holes. Yeah, I'm not THAT good. I loved it, though, and if it weren't so expensive I would do it more often. My best hole was a double bogey on a par 3. I also figured out how to crush my drives with a 2 wood. Oh, and it snowed while we were on the course.
Now we're back in Boston, it's 5:30 and dark, and out on the street kids are playing football and making funny noises with their mouths. The city is gearing up for Christmas. We just got a tree and it is pleasing to our living room.
