Instead, we headed to a house where the man had synchronized the thousands of lights on his house to music, which he was broadcasting from a radio tower atop his house. Yes, true story. A real Clark Griswold situation if I ever saw one. There was also "snow" that shot out every 10 minutes from a machine. Needless to say Gina danced in the bubbles (we might need some more pictures later). After this we headed downtown to the Old Spaghetti factory. Pretty awesome to be walking around downtwon in that thing. People were definitly "enjoying" us.
All and all, it was pretty different than years past, but a good time was had by all. Expect a return to the traditional next year. But one thing I must mention. It appears we have started a revolution: Commodore Ballroom Sweater Party. Next year we should go, we would rock those guys....
Leave it to me to take a horrific photo - my childsized Christmas tutu.
On the front of Lavonne's sweater - the Eiffel Tower. On the back - "Joyeux Noel". For all you Americans out there - thats Merry Christmas in French. She's so cultured that Lavonne.
I think we tried to take a picture about 10 times and then realized, we are wearing awful sweaters - how are we supposed to look good?