So warm, so funny, so nostalgic, so deep, so cozy, so silly, so friendly, so random, so familiar, so battlesome and so peaceful. Just so peaceful.
Peaceful and perfect.
The tone was set even before I got there--just driving in my new car made me feel like a different person :)
Walking through the door, I was slightly overwhelmed by Yossi's friendliness and interest. Tried to make myself invisible, naturally.
I was honestly a tad irritated by Golani's insistence on keeping the identity of the guests a secret but the bukser tree story was so hysterically funny, it balanced it out ;)
Chava'le, Hillel, Golani, Yossi, Shua, Shoter, Singer and Chavi.
A cooler bunch, you won't find.
Ok fine, if Rachel (and Co) was there, it woulda notched up the coolness.
How mishug was it when the big bro walked in!? Just like that..! -shakes head, grinning-
It's a bit awkward to write now, actually, cuz Blondie may read this really soon. Additionally, tis one of the first times I'm writin bout real people. Too, the mum reads this. Hmmm.
So the meal progressed with all the ad-jay-ktivs listed above. Shoter made me n Golani laugh with every comment of his. The singer was..the singer. No, no she didn't sing. But she was herself. (heehee)
Lotsa food and for thought. Ashreinu Mah Tov Chelkeinu, was my thought. Sai the yiddishkeit, sai the frumkeit, sai the chassidishkeit. Sai altz. Just so glad, so appreciative to have been given this gift. Along with the battles of course. After all-someone's gotta discover the treasures on the dark path. And more than that, someone's gotta forge new paths for the trekkers behind.
Very reminiscent, afterward, of that first Shabbos, that friday night with shvester pete and I on the floor by the wall, covered in blankets (me wearin the red n orange n black plaid skirt with the black turtleneck), attempting to high-five and gettin filibustered on the way, the exchange of brains n souls, wit n confidence (only the confidence made its appearance, the confusion was definitely in attendance but it chose to hide), old and young. Awesomeness. An awesomeness that affected me majorly and for a looooong time. In an awesome way and at times, frankly, in a not so awesome way.
Anyhooo, glad I woke up on time Shabbat morning. Hello M family. Yes, I heard you asking about me from the other room.
I like that part of town.
So funny to be in Shul. I was like four different characters at once. Weeeird. But not in a bad way. "I really like your skirt".
RIP OFF THE SKIRT, AT LAST!!
To sit, to talk, to eat, to share, to listen, to laugh, to read, to sleep, to pray. (Always praying??)
(L'mafreah, good to know the hole did indeed go unnoticed.)
The "when can we talk?" was miraculous. The new friendship was. Is.
Mini-thrill to drive up to Nestle Crunch (minus the sugar). All that detective work to get the address, last time. Heehee. Dina was completely not scary (yes dear, I too was a bit nervous). Kids all listened/liked. Finally got to chat with Shvester #3's kids in Spanish. LOLL Was gonna make a remark to the 5 year old bout adult Jewish music but couldn't think of a subtle way that would be understood quick enough, before the dad would return.
On the subject of adult Jewish music:
My Friend Accidentally Sings Songs with Stranger-Boys at Red Lights.
Uh huh. (big grin)
That scores plenny-a points...mostly cuz we also have the dork/nerd scale with us at all times. Like it's not cool if you're cool. It's cool when you're not. So we rocked. Or rather, we rolled.
Rollin, rollin, rollin on the riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiver.