WARNING!!! I'M DRUNK!!!!
Sep. 25th, 2004 11:33 pmYa know what's awesome? drinking heavily after fasting all day. Yom kippur is a weird jewish holiday because while we pray a lot, we don't eat, which is normally a fundamental part of any jew holiday. On the other hand, it makes for some wonderful boozing afterwords. If you think not eating dinner makes for fun drinking, try not eating or drinking anything for 25 hours, followed by a fifth of a bottle of scotch. Fun times! And at my elementary school principal's house to boot. Dr. Brown for any of y'all in the know.
Yom kippur itself was very weird... I was constantly trying to decide if I completely rejected organized religion or not. I'm still undecided. Also, I was constantly checking out the few hot women who were there, and promptly feeling very guilty about it. Somehow, picking up chicks at synagogue on yom kippur didn't seem appropriate. Maybe on sukkot. Also, to make things weirder, my mother showed up for neilah at my gogue. This is weird, and unduly stressful on me, because my mother pretty much hates my father and step mother... and since my dad is the rabbi at my gogue, making my step mother rebittson (sp?), life became messy and fucked up. Goddamn I gottta move out. On the other hand, maybe I should go back to synagogue to try and get myself an actual jewish girlfriend... maybe not. Whatever.
As a postscript, in case you didn't read the subject line, or the first paragraph, I'm drunk. On Dr. Brown's bottle of Chivas. Mmmmm... Scotch.
Yom kippur itself was very weird... I was constantly trying to decide if I completely rejected organized religion or not. I'm still undecided. Also, I was constantly checking out the few hot women who were there, and promptly feeling very guilty about it. Somehow, picking up chicks at synagogue on yom kippur didn't seem appropriate. Maybe on sukkot. Also, to make things weirder, my mother showed up for neilah at my gogue. This is weird, and unduly stressful on me, because my mother pretty much hates my father and step mother... and since my dad is the rabbi at my gogue, making my step mother rebittson (sp?), life became messy and fucked up. Goddamn I gottta move out. On the other hand, maybe I should go back to synagogue to try and get myself an actual jewish girlfriend... maybe not. Whatever.
As a postscript, in case you didn't read the subject line, or the first paragraph, I'm drunk. On Dr. Brown's bottle of Chivas. Mmmmm... Scotch.