It all started out well enough - carefully set table, antique ritual objects, a symbolic orange. One would think such an occasion would be marked with serious reverence, but no, we mix up the prayers on the first page and it disintegrated from that point on. Flying gummy frogs, lizards climbing into wine bottles, giggling over who will read the simple son. In contrast, the children were well behaved and serious, with Hannah leading us in song in Fran's absence. The final low point for me came when Arlene dropped a toy lion in my water glass to test if it would float (it didn't) and then fished it out with her fingers. Doesn't matter, we drank the obligatory 4 glasses of wine and the cat didn't escape. Next year at Don and Arlene's!
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