Man Day 2K6

Sometimes school sucks. There's a lot of pressure, stress, readings, tests, papers, weird people, and even weirder people who make the weird people look cool.

And I chose this voluntarily.

Therefore, in order to relieve some mid-term stress, about 20 of us organized the first-ever Hebrew University Man Day. This included early morning ATVing across a random industrial park in Bet Shemesh, then some paintballing near Herzliah, followed by an all-you-can-eat, coma-inducing steak extravaganza at a Brazilian steakhouse in Ramat Gan. Yes, there are steakhouses in Israel. Damn good ones too.

What, you ask, is particularly Israeli about this alleged Man Day? Absolutely nothing. But I thought I'd send some pictures along to show that not all the guns here in Israel fire live ammunition.

-E


The Fleet.



The Crew.




Me and Yoann. Yoann grew up in Marseille which
instantly makes him cooler than 99% of the people on
the trip. Except for the rabbi-dude you'll see in a few pictures.



Self-portrait. Look at my cool helmet. LOOK AT IT!!!



Drew enjoying one of his favorite pastimes.



What kind of bad-ass biker smiles?



Drinking on the way to paintballing.
This explains a LOT about the quality
of our aim once we actually starting shooting.



Haha, I love this picture: a bunch of tough guys.
And a rabbi who looks totally clueless. My man rocks!



Our "spiritual guru" (aka sugar daddy) Jeff Seidel.
He got DESTROYED! How's the paint tasting?!



Me and Drew, post-gun battle. Drew claims he had
28 "kills." But I don't think it counts when you shoot
yourself. And why won't this comment stay un-underlined?



Seidel pointing to a wound he provided one of our friends.
He's not pointing to our friend's crotch. At least I don't think he is...



The restaurant said we almost emptied out the meat locker.
By the end of the night, the table had consumed almost
60 pounds worth of steaks. Good work men!