You know, I don't get it. Since when are you not allowed to ask a Chinese man where a Chinese restaurant is? I mean, aren't we getting a little too sensitive here? If someone asks me, "which direction is Israel," I don't go flying off the handle.
-Jerry Seinfeld
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Purim 2K7
There aren't many places in the world where getting "out-of-your-mind, where exactly was I last night" drunk is considered a mitzvah, or "good deed." But then again, there aren't a lot places in the world like Israel. The holiday of Purim came and went this past weekend, and from what I remember, it was off the chain. I'm not gonna get into the actual story of Purim, except to say that it follows the predictable pattern of most Jewish holidays: "They tried to kill us, we whooped their asses instead...let's eat." (Editor's note: For Purim, replace the word "eat" with "drink alcohol.")
Of course I'm oversimplifying, but for non-religious Jews in Israel (which means most Israelis), Purim is basically a four-day long costume party where drinking...lots of drinking...is encouraged. The idea is to drink enough so that you can't tell the difference between the "good guy" and the "bad guy." Imagine a sort of Jewish Mardi-Gras.
So, knowing the general interests and tendencies of this blog's audience, I will recount only the beer-fueled festivities from the last week.
First, the Kfar HaStudentim (or Student Village, the apartment/dorm complex where I live), organized a huge party, complete with a costume contest, free booze, and dancing. The irony of the situation is that I had to wait until Senior Celebration to get a free glass of wine from Syracuse University. At Hebrew University, they're requesting I get drunk on their shekel. What a country!
Pink definitely works on you. And you too, Ms. Playboy Bunny.
Capacity crowd on hand to see...
The Return of Ron Jeremy! Or, that may be my friend Tony.
I'm not quite sure.
Edward Scissorhands. This was a big crowd-pleaser.
My roommate Ilan, as some kind of Greco-Roman geek,
acknowledging his "subjects."
Me and Big Eddy. He didn't need a bottle opener.
Ilan, blowing a kiss to our friend Yoann. He was really into the whole
"Roman bathhouse" motif.
Bryce, Ariel, Cammie, and me. We dressed up ourselves.
Two days, and one hangover, later...we were back at it again. This time we went to a huge soiree at a kibbutz called Ramat Rachel. Tons of costumes, lots of smoke, too much drinking, and way too many Israelis trying to rap along with Nas and Biggie. Still, a great time. Although I have to admit that by about 2:30, the music had shifted to house/trans which meant Levis had to exit stage left.
Smoke machines are fun.
Barney meets The Incredible Hulk. Or something.
Ilan, getting groped by Zoro.
My friend Rose, her boyfriend, and me. I went as a soccer player.
Stupid costume, I know. I definitely dropped the ball this year with my selection.
Fortunately, since I was a soccer player for the night, I quickly picked up
that ball and scored a goal and was deemed Hero of Purim!
Best costumes of the night. Imagine the potential
lines these dudes could have used: "So...wanna ride my ostrich?"
Me, Ilan and our Korean friend Moshe. Yea, that's right, his name
is Moshe. As in "Moses" in Hebrew. That's just how he rolls.
Good times.
So that pretty much sums up Purim 2K7. If you need me, I'll be the one in line at the local liver transplant center.
-E
Of course I'm oversimplifying, but for non-religious Jews in Israel (which means most Israelis), Purim is basically a four-day long costume party where drinking...lots of drinking...is encouraged. The idea is to drink enough so that you can't tell the difference between the "good guy" and the "bad guy." Imagine a sort of Jewish Mardi-Gras.
So, knowing the general interests and tendencies of this blog's audience, I will recount only the beer-fueled festivities from the last week.
First, the Kfar HaStudentim (or Student Village, the apartment/dorm complex where I live), organized a huge party, complete with a costume contest, free booze, and dancing. The irony of the situation is that I had to wait until Senior Celebration to get a free glass of wine from Syracuse University. At Hebrew University, they're requesting I get drunk on their shekel. What a country!
Pink definitely works on you. And you too, Ms. Playboy Bunny.
Capacity crowd on hand to see...
The Return of Ron Jeremy! Or, that may be my friend Tony.
I'm not quite sure.
Edward Scissorhands. This was a big crowd-pleaser.
My roommate Ilan, as some kind of Greco-Roman geek,
acknowledging his "subjects."
Me and Big Eddy. He didn't need a bottle opener.
Ilan, blowing a kiss to our friend Yoann. He was really into the whole
"Roman bathhouse" motif.
Bryce, Ariel, Cammie, and me. We dressed up ourselves.
Two days, and one hangover, later...we were back at it again. This time we went to a huge soiree at a kibbutz called Ramat Rachel. Tons of costumes, lots of smoke, too much drinking, and way too many Israelis trying to rap along with Nas and Biggie. Still, a great time. Although I have to admit that by about 2:30, the music had shifted to house/trans which meant Levis had to exit stage left.
Smoke machines are fun.
Barney meets The Incredible Hulk. Or something.
Ilan, getting groped by Zoro.
My friend Rose, her boyfriend, and me. I went as a soccer player.
Stupid costume, I know. I definitely dropped the ball this year with my selection.
Fortunately, since I was a soccer player for the night, I quickly picked up
that ball and scored a goal and was deemed Hero of Purim!
Best costumes of the night. Imagine the potential
lines these dudes could have used: "So...wanna ride my ostrich?"
Me, Ilan and our Korean friend Moshe. Yea, that's right, his name
is Moshe. As in "Moses" in Hebrew. That's just how he rolls.
Good times.
So that pretty much sums up Purim 2K7. If you need me, I'll be the one in line at the local liver transplant center.
-E
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