Nov 23 2008
Shabbat Shalom
I firmly believe that it is important to try everything once. Then, at least I can say I am openminded. I mean I go into all these situations closed minded and assume it will be terrible, but at least I try.
So, anyways, true to my philosophy, I went to a Shabbat ceremony for singles. My friend and I enter into this large room with stained glass windows. There was a little table with Kosher wine, and a longer table with kosher “dinner” - but it was all greek appetizers that looked questionable. Then, as with every jewish gathering, there was a three piece country band. You know, a challah honky tonk.
At 5′7″, I am amazonian for jewish people. So, from my altitude, I could see everything. And, what I saw, it was not good. There were fat short dudes, ugly short dudes, wierd short dudes, married short dudes.
I was expecting the Temple mixer that Charlotte went to in Sex and the City. But, there was no Harry Goldenblatt who proposed to me. And, much to my dismay, there was no tall, hunky, ivy-league asshole who just wanted to do it.
The thing I do not understand is that I went to synagogue. I am not really an observant Jew so I should get bonus points with g-d for going to his house and listening to his children play country tunes. But I guess I did not actually stay for the service portion of the evening. When the country music stopped, and the crowd was being ushered into the sanctuary for the service, my friend and I snuck out and got sushi. Oh sh*t - we ate shellfish.
I guess I got off lucky at the Challah honkey tonk. I mean, maybe it was embarassing and depressing, but at least I was not smited.
Amen!!
