2012年2月11日 Sim Shalom

I can't tell you what happened when it did.

Maybe most of the free beer is talking. 

I don't know.

Sim shalom tova uvracha

It repeats in my head along with Shoshana Damari's song about הרועה הקטנה מהגיא. I wish I could say more about today. The shortest version is bullet points.

• Woke up around 6am for shul
• Got to shul around 8:10am, I was first
• 9:40am, people at shul was pretty meager
• Kiddush. Had wine. I try not to miss the wine part among, eating to live, and sing praises to God, who is out there watching out for the treasured people.
• 3pm. The "round table" more or less was pretty crowded and lively as high hell, outside of our retired spy agent(s) who some how didn't appear
• I was invited out for some kind of vaudeville acts
• We waited at Thai restaurant with cross-dressing waiters, until the nearby theater opened.
• My headache from a day before went away after I had entered the theater and had a beer.
• My beer was paid for
• Food I remember getting was paid for
• I remember hot chicks dressed in 20's and 30's clothing playing ukelele
• I remember going home and needing to piss.  
• I started talking with a Marla Singer-looking chick who kind of looked like Helena Carter. She said that she drank a lot of beer and needed to piss. 
• We talked casually about being in the same position, buzzed, and needing to piss.
• We got on the same bus.
• She sat next to me 
• She started telling me I was cute. I had shaved in the morning, so that might have been why.
• She was at least 6 years younger than myself
• She kissed me several times on my cheek telling me I was cute.
• She had some kind of Tim-Burton style hat, ala Nightmare Before Christmas, I think the skull was of "Jack" but I've never seen the film.
• I asked her for her ID. I saw a PCC ID
• I saw her ID and saw 1990 for year of DOB
• She kissed me again, this time on the lips.
• She did it again, pulling closer
• I resisted with a FORCE OF VIOLENCE response: I kissed her back as she advanced to my lips.
• She said we might get kicked off the bus.
• I said she'd kick me off the bus
• We made out for about 2 seconds until it was my stop
• I winked at her as I got off the bus. She seemed caught off guard. I did it again while I was on the sidewalk
• I ran to my backpack. I could hear HUUUUUUUUUuUUUUUUHHHHhhhhH-HHHHFHFHFUUHHHHGGHGHHHHGHG as I breathed. I don't think I heard anything else.
• Stopping to catch my breath I felt intense pain in my knee.
• Free beer prevented this pain until I stopped.
• I remembered Shoshana Damari again
• I actually like Ruti Navon better, but I may be 20 years off....
• I thought about that Marla-esque chick. She made-out with a complete stranger.
• I made out with a complete stranger!
• I got home and thought about Sim Shalom and the porno flute I mentioned earlier.

Yep

Fuck my life,

I didn't expect the day to end the way it did. I suppose that's the wondrous thing about life sometimes, everything comes at us at once.
Those lyrics came back as I typed up what I genuinely believe as the truth. This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time. This isn't a seminar, this isn't a weekend retreat. 

....It's only after you've lost everything, that you're free to do anything....Everything is falling apart.

I almost want to invite you to this place.
It's amazing, scary, and worse, God actually answers in this place.