i'm in love with your brother, what's his name

ooooooooooook. yesterday was fun! we woke up to yaacov pounding on our window, essentially announcing the arrival of tessa, the official new girl, and her luggage. eric wasn't there to move his stuff, so al and i accompanied naama and yaacov over to the apartment to drop it all off. after we returned, we wanted to show the new girl around town, so we walked tessa to our falafel place and then to the shook to get mamash (very much) veggies, challah, and pita.

after lunch, tessa, al, and i got ready and met jade on the way to catch the sheruit to tel aviv. the plan was to meet yuval in florentine (the suburb of tel aviv where the indian restaurant is). we caught a cab there, but it was super early since it was shabbat, and there are no sheruits after 7PM. therefore, nothing was open. yuval wasn't coming to meet us until much later, so we cruised the streets and hung out around the neighborhood exploring. very cool area. apparently, it's where all the 'shanti people' live, otherwise known as israelis that have recently returned from traveling in india. my dream, basically.

tessa was hungry, so we went to a cafe and chilled out for a minute. after a few homemade drinks (too expensive to drink only at bars, so you know...), we were itching to do SOMETHING even though it was so early. i saw a couple of strapping young lads walking down the street so naturally (as i am out of my mind) i ran over to them to ask what we lovely ladies should be doing at this hour in this fabulous city. they were going to a concert not too far away, so they invited us to accompany them. we didn't think it would be very expensive. turns out we were wrong, so we ended up leaving the boys there, yonatan and yuval (different yuval than the original... it's hard to keep up with them), but we exchanged numbers. apparently, jen was nearby so we all sat on a bench nearby and waited for her. yonotan and yuval ended up leaving the concert, and meeting back up with us on the bench. we hung out there for a minute and all decided that we would hang out at one of their apartments, but first, yuval said he could get us (as in he and i) into the concert for free, then we'd meet the others right after. so we did that. the singer of the band is a famous israeli singer (name unknown), accompanied on the drums by one of israel's most well known producers (name unknown). but i got photos, and the two songs i heard, i liked.

we walked back to the apartment, which is located in this very cool yemenite neighborhood near the beach. yuval had two guitars with him, so he grabbed them out of his car so we could play them. we spent most of the rest of the night playing and singing harmonies for each other. it was really cool to just pick up on chord progressions, and it just all fit so beautifully. that was very nice. it got late, so we crashed there. this morning, we had coffee on the roof which was magnificent. "the heart of life" as it were. as we were. as i am.

afterwards, we got a very kind ride to the sheruit back home. made eggs with our new veggies and challah. drool. watched forrest gump which made me cry, as always. called my mom because we used to watch it together while she scratched my back. monday is sukkot, so eric and alon set up the sukka that zvi brought for us. it looks really nice and sweet. i'm looking forward to it. al tried to swallow a whole tablespoon of cinammon, because she heard it was physically impossible. we confirmed that it is, in fact, physically impossible to swallow a whole tablespoon of cinammon. and really fucking funny. luckily it was videotaped... then we watched the chumscrubber (i ike a lot), and this bad nineties movie. something called 'wild roomies' which is set in dallas and LA. probably the best bad movie i've ever seen. i think i'll become a connosseour of bad movies, and rate them based on the lack of plot development, badness of acting, horrible-ness of dialogue, etc. then special categories for "non-special" effects or something. but we have ulpan and it's too fucking late for me to be up.

love,

sally