Thursday, April 13, 2006

On all other nights, I don't have a cannon ball in my stomach. On this night, on this night, only a cannon ball

I went to a seder Wednesday night at my friend's family's house, up in Chappaqua. I love going to Pesach dinners. I love the fun and the togetherness. But, oy, the food.

Jocelyn's mom had a brisket. It was tasty, but it might be in my colon until Labor Day.

But the many glasses of wine thing is always a positive.

I thought her little brother was sort of glaring at me during dinner - you know, me being prince of the goyim, and all. He's actually pretty religious. Certainly the most religious in his family. I was tempted to make sure he caught Jocelyn doing something unspeakable to me at some point during the evening, but I refrained.

You see. Good won out over evil.


Anonymous said...

hehe he was probably just mad because he thinks your hooking up with his sister! :)

Anonymous said...

Prince of the goyim? I like that! lol

Anonymous said...

This is "Corky": I would like to contribute, if i may. I was at a Seder last night as well, (the fact that im jewish probably having something to do with it)and I have to pose a question. Why is it that kosher food, especially kosher for passover food tastes so bad? And I agree about the heavyness of the food. My tummy still hurts. HELP ME J.

J said...

Corky, that should be the fifth question! It's more puzzling than: "Why is it that on all other nights we eat either sitting or reclining, but on this night we eat in a reclining position?"

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