Purim

Purim… Last year was an oddity. This year… an experience. Aside from the fact that I dropped my iPhone and shattered the glass screen. Luckily I didn’t break the LCD screen. After Shabbat on Saturday I went with Rivka and her family to the synagogue to hear the Migillah (the Story of Ester). After the services I went down to the lobby and during an attempt to take a few photos… Crack. Apparently marble floors are bad for phones. Oops, who knew. The first night of Purim was slow. Just the synagogue services and a trip back to Jerusalem, but Sunday night was a little different.

After spending all night working on my Madonna costume and having a light dinner with friends we set out. First was a small and tightly packed bar with Rivka, and several of her friends from work. It was fun until Rivka decided she wanted to go home early. She insisted that I stay and enjoy my night with Gal and some of the other girls. So I did. I met some weird kids who followed me around like puppy dogs for a while and then Gal and I left to go to another bar… Shoshana.

Shoshana was a reminder that I am not 18 anymore. I danced with friends for a while, had a few shots of Vodka, had Arrack (a licorice type of clear liquor that I hate BTW) poured all over me. Literally all over my shirt. Apparently the bartender can’t pour a bottle shot to save his life. Later in the evening I found myself dancing on the bar with Gal. Again, flashback… remember Chris… lol

The evening ended earlier than I would have liked but I still had fun. I guess that was the important part… to experience, document, and have fun. Here’s to hoping next year will surpass the last. Never know… maybe next year we’ll go crazy in Tel Aviv!