Not long after this, we began a nine-month inflation ceremony of our own.
The boy is on my lap hiccuping; he thinks that's a pretty funny comment.
To commemorate the anniversary, I think we'll pick up some balloons and blow them up tonight.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
inflation
A year ago, we were in misty Manhattan wandering among the helium tanks and the flaccid Scoobys and Snoopys. Our first night in town, we headed over to Central Park West for the great inflation ceremony, the precursor to the next day's Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. All the balloons slated to be flying in the parade are laid out on the perimeter of the American Museum of Natural History, and then the jump-suited helium crews descend to do their dirty work while the adoring masses stroll by.
Not long after this, we began a nine-month inflation ceremony of our own.
The boy is on my lap hiccuping; he thinks that's a pretty funny comment.
To commemorate the anniversary, I think we'll pick up some balloons and blow them up tonight.
Not long after this, we began a nine-month inflation ceremony of our own.
The boy is on my lap hiccuping; he thinks that's a pretty funny comment.
To commemorate the anniversary, I think we'll pick up some balloons and blow them up tonight.
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