Friday, October 3, 2008

wherever you're going, i'm going your way.

sorry i haven't written, but it was a holiday so get off my friggin back already, geez.

STAM. (just jokes) but seriously i've been so fucking lazy about photos. i have them. i'm just lazy, see? good. i'm glad we can agree on that. eff.

so this week was really nice and relaxing because it was ROSH HASHANAH! al's and my security guard from our birthright, dan, picked us up monday afternoon at the house after naama set up a lovely little picnic with all the rosh hashanah foods to ensure a sweet and happy new year upon ingestion (i.e. pomegranate, apples, honey, dates, apricots, etc.) well, sweet and poop-y.

AAAANYWAY, dan drove us to his orthodox village called elqana in the west bank (don't freak out mom and dad, it was perfectly safe) and after a brief stop at his brother's house, we arrived at casa de sporen. ever the gentleman, dan treated al and i to coffee on his balcony which overlooks the entire village all the way to the coast. we drank our coffee by sunset, no biggie. al and i took a nap, and after freaking out about what to wear (can't show too much collarbone or something. modesty, people.) we walked to services at the shul (synagogue). al had never been to a shul before during the high holidays, let alone an orthodox one. neither had i come to think of it. very interesting. the men and women are separate of course. religious men and women fascinate me, naturally. i think it's the extreme focus and inner peace they seem to carry as their minds are directed towards the possibility or faith in something greater than themselves. i both envy and am confused by this tendency to believe.

after shul, dinner time at dan's. it was so lovely, five courses and i love his family. i even got to practice my hebrew. and dan's little neice and nephew are the cutest things ever. they became al and i's little friends while we were there, always speaking to us in hebrew. so cute. i ate so much food that i could barely walk to dan's friend's house. we visited there until it was time to walk home. on the way home i was still so full, that i just couldn't help farting the whole way. er, i mean, honestly i wasn't expecting so many barking frgos and ducks in elqana. i think they propelled me forward, actually.

the next two days basically consisted of:

wake up late
eat
sleep
eat
walk somewhere
eat
sleep
WHAT? its a holiday, i get to. shit.

STAM!

a few exceptions were the lovely hike that dan took al and i on, to the bonfire place, the angry sabra that we ate anyway, and on the last night we went for falafel. and pizza. and ice cream... and then to dan's OTHER friends' yahai and tovi's caravan to eat more, watch trance party videos and the end of transformers, which, i have decided, sucks. but they were lovely people and i hope to see them again. these trance parties are thrown pretty regularly here and basically consist of a lot of people dancing and playing all day long. and stuff. in nature...

dan took us home yesterday, and THEN al and i got ready for the FUCKING AIR concert in tel aviv. yeah, i said it. fuuuuuuuuuckyeah. we headed out after agonizing over our outfits for seriously hours. not because we were really overtly concerned with our appearance, but mainly due to boredom. and the fact that we were really overtly concerned with our appearance.

in tel aviv, we met with coach and walked to the tel aviv pier after yum yum falafels, which was where the concert was being held (hangar 11). we didn't actually have tickets yet, so we put our names on the waiting list, while waiting and looking pathetic in hopes of someone selling us, nay GIVING us their three extra tickets that were supposed to be for their friends that just happened to all fall ill with 24 hour syphyllis. or something like this.

while we waited, i happened upon a gentleman with a large, professional looking video camera (as i tend to do) and asked him what he was filming for. he responded something in french, and proceeded to fit me with a microphone and ask me questions about air and their music and their french-ness, to which i replied very articulately and charmingly things that i don't remember. but i will make viewers of the french channel 'deu' fall in love with me. apparently. luckily, 3 tickets opened up, and so we paid too much (not talking about it) for 3 glorious tickets.

we walked in and after a few minor pee setbacks, we settled in and enjoyed beautiful ambient atmosphere that is air. i even got photos, which would be unheard of in dallas, which really makes no sense considering the harsh security measure taken during public events. but whatever, we'll see if any came out. i wasn't as vigilant about getting a good photo spot. more concerned about the dancing and the beer getting and the peeing. but the show was lovely, and if anything i saw air in tel aviv. not too shabby. after the show, we went to a bar that i can't remember the name of, i drank too much and spent all this morning suffering for it. oh, well. don't drink beer at a concert before celebratory shots at a bar later (celebrating what, i couldn't tell you). stomach angry today.

now it's 5 AM and i've been watching (mostly) bad 90's movies all day. brilliant way to spend a day. saw simply irresistable, fast girl (???), and something with tia carerre which probably went straight to video. saw elizabethtown. cameron crowe is so great at capturing the most surreal moments in life that actually happen. i want someone to make me a musical road map for my own person solitary road trip, where i'll discover the depth of my character too damnit... and it made me cry thinking about my morning jacket, and friends of mine that i miss, mom, eddie. oh, and dads. anything with dads makes me cry. alli made me an omelet. which made me cry. then, i decided to watch oscar acceptance speeches for some reason. cry. i'm a douche. but seriously i'm going to bed. something will happen tomorrow. but right now i can hear the muslim chanting in the distance. and it's kind of soothing. perfect to fall asleep to...

love,

sally

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