There's no place like home

The Hotel Fort Garry in Winnipeg has been our home for the past couple of nights. It was a part of our Christams giving to our children this year...some time at a fancy-schmancy hotel, and taking in a matinee performance of the Nutcracker by the Royal Winnipeg ballet. Sounds dreamy.

I wish I could say the whole time was dreamy and all part of a beautiful fairytale. My wife's version of the tale goes like this:
"Our Christmas idea had story book quality to it this year... a night at the Fort Garry and tickets to the Nutcracker ballet. The reality of it bit, somewhat. Through a series of unfortunate events (car battery dying, Joyce getting mad at Brian because Brian was getting mad about situation gone awry, Micah acting like a normal 7 year old boy at a ballet; Jane feeling mildly nauseous at the sight of men in white tights ,etc, etc) I landed up crying into my hotel wine glass, Brian looking at me like he wished I were on something significantly more potent than prozac..... It is over now, we are home again, thank God. I know this will seem funny in a day or two but right now I want everyone to go away so that I can feel sorry for myself in peace."

I'm looking forward to the bit about the laughing.