Thursday, September 15, 2005

Diplomacy at its Finest

Last Saturday night, my in-laws came over to visit my parents. My father-in-law speaks little English and my father barely any French. Of course, nothing opens the gates of communication quite like a 5 liter bottle of wine. By the end of the evening, the two spoke a fluent, alcohol-induce language that allowed them to improve Franco-American ties, toast their grandson on a continuing basis, plan a small joint-venture and (miraculously) create a feasible five-year plan to bring peace to the Middle East.