Happy Chanuka!
Wow. Those Russian Jews know how to party.
Well, Saturday nite was Tony's family Chanuka party. We get to his aunts house (or whoever she was, he doesn't know the difference between and aunt/unlce/cousin/etc.) and immediately get handed an apple-tini (mmm, martini with the apple stuff). I met the family which I could not understand a word, well when they said hello in their accent I got that much, but the rest of the nite Tony was my translator. It was all fine and dandy until we go out for a smoke. We had our cigarette, which was much needed at that point, and Tony's uncles (?) were chatting when we headed back in the house for dinner. As I was walking up the steps to go into the house, I feel someone pet my hair. I turned around and there was this grown man with this shit eating grin on. Immediately I stare down Tony like, who is....what?! Then uncle Uri immediately filled me in on the hair-fetish uncle Alex. Slightly relieved, I go inside and sit down to a table full of food and alcohol. They started their fest with a toast, Tony wispers to me, "it's bad luck if you don't sip soemthing at the least". So what do I have to sip for the toast...a shot of vodka. And of coarse Tony had to translate the toast. Not even 5 mins go by, everyone raises their glasses, Tony nugdes me, "another toast" and with big curious eyes I look at him like, are you kidding me? Of course not. Sipping on my glass of vodka, I now know why there was so much food there. Then round 2. "More food?" I ask. Tony's like almost giggling to himself knowing that this is not even close to the end of dinner. Another toast! So I had to "giddy-up" on the vodka, since we were toasting to the sky being blue and all being how they was a toast to anything and everything. Then his other uncle (?) stands up and proceeds, in Russian, I look to Tony for translation and he just looks at me and says, "umm, yeah I'm lost too" so in my head we were were toasting to the beautiful blue sky.
...This just in, I stepped out to take a cigarette break with non other than the infamous Myke and Cyndi, and get this...they talked about FOOTBALL the entire time! yeah, I was shocked too.
Back to my story. Yet another coarse of food was brought out after the first two, and of coarse, another toast, I think. With cigarettes breaks throughout dinner, because that is way too much intake of anything to not have a break. Then it was finally time for the dessert/coffee thing. Which meant there was no more food going to be served after that, huge relief to say the least. At one point in like the 3rd course his aunts (?) ask me, "you aren't eating? are you a vegetarian or something?" Now in my head I was thinking, are you crazy?? Do I look like I need more food?? I was done after the first round! My reply was simply, "(giggled to myself, wanting to say that) no I'm definately not a vegetarian I'm just full." Crazy concept ya think? full?? ha! we got three more rounds to go, who's full now? Yeah, well after a nite of gorging, we finally left and needless to say, I slept like a baby.
Well, Saturday nite was Tony's family Chanuka party. We get to his aunts house (or whoever she was, he doesn't know the difference between and aunt/unlce/cousin/etc.) and immediately get handed an apple-tini (mmm, martini with the apple stuff). I met the family which I could not understand a word, well when they said hello in their accent I got that much, but the rest of the nite Tony was my translator. It was all fine and dandy until we go out for a smoke. We had our cigarette, which was much needed at that point, and Tony's uncles (?) were chatting when we headed back in the house for dinner. As I was walking up the steps to go into the house, I feel someone pet my hair. I turned around and there was this grown man with this shit eating grin on. Immediately I stare down Tony like, who is....what?! Then uncle Uri immediately filled me in on the hair-fetish uncle Alex. Slightly relieved, I go inside and sit down to a table full of food and alcohol. They started their fest with a toast, Tony wispers to me, "it's bad luck if you don't sip soemthing at the least". So what do I have to sip for the toast...a shot of vodka. And of coarse Tony had to translate the toast. Not even 5 mins go by, everyone raises their glasses, Tony nugdes me, "another toast" and with big curious eyes I look at him like, are you kidding me? Of course not. Sipping on my glass of vodka, I now know why there was so much food there. Then round 2. "More food?" I ask. Tony's like almost giggling to himself knowing that this is not even close to the end of dinner. Another toast! So I had to "giddy-up" on the vodka, since we were toasting to the sky being blue and all being how they was a toast to anything and everything. Then his other uncle (?) stands up and proceeds, in Russian, I look to Tony for translation and he just looks at me and says, "umm, yeah I'm lost too" so in my head we were were toasting to the beautiful blue sky.
...This just in, I stepped out to take a cigarette break with non other than the infamous Myke and Cyndi, and get this...they talked about FOOTBALL the entire time! yeah, I was shocked too.
Back to my story. Yet another coarse of food was brought out after the first two, and of coarse, another toast, I think. With cigarettes breaks throughout dinner, because that is way too much intake of anything to not have a break. Then it was finally time for the dessert/coffee thing. Which meant there was no more food going to be served after that, huge relief to say the least. At one point in like the 3rd course his aunts (?) ask me, "you aren't eating? are you a vegetarian or something?" Now in my head I was thinking, are you crazy?? Do I look like I need more food?? I was done after the first round! My reply was simply, "(giggled to myself, wanting to say that) no I'm definately not a vegetarian I'm just full." Crazy concept ya think? full?? ha! we got three more rounds to go, who's full now? Yeah, well after a nite of gorging, we finally left and needless to say, I slept like a baby.