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Saturday, March 20, 1999 A Bunch of Balloons So... I suppose a bit more background on my brother's engagement is in order. In point of fact, he's gotten engaged to our sister-in-law's sister. No, that isn't as incestuous as it probably sounds. Basically, once the dust settles, two of the boys from my family will be married to two of the girls from this other family. I've known about this for rather a while. My brother officially asked me for my permission a few weeks ago, being that I'm older than him and unmarried. My answer was a given, but he had to ask... not that he'd really have had to pay any attention if I'd refused, but it's nice to observe the proprieties. Needless to say, I assented wholeheartedly. Better him than me, I figure. :-)
I arrived home, and discovered that a friend of my brother, who often performs at parties, had thoroughly decorated the house, with a bunch of helium balloons hanging on the fence alongside the walk and on the front door, and scores of balloons inside, along with a few banners. Very impressive; I was blown away for a bit, in fact.
There isn't that much else to report from the weekend. I saw a bunch of relatives (who were in because a cousin of mine is getting married this coming Tuesday night), and slept. A lot. Quite a lot. Almost makes me wonder why my parents like it when I come home for the occasional Shabbos; all I do is sleep and raid the cabinets for food. (Coming away with a box of Kellogg's Corn Flakes, a bagel, and a quarter-pound of pastrami on this occasion.)
Oh, yeah. I also tried to help my brother (Sibling #6, the one who took over my room) fix his computer, with little success. It's a Windoze problem, and I don't really do Windoze. Oh, well.
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