out of egypt.
I didn't get to say this on the actual night of, so in the morning after:
HAPPY PASSOVER, FLIST!
The seder at my father's was unsurprisingly made of fail, which is sad for me, because Passover is the holiday I love best in the year. It's all about family and getting together and traditions-you shall tell your son-so galloping through the haggadah in 30 minutes and spending the rest of the evening praising his wife's cooking kind of misses the point.
However, after the seder I went to sleep over at a friend of mine, whom I love dearly and who is an erstwhile fag to my hag. We decided to go to the Leon, a gay club near Haifa, to let off a little steam. It's a pretty trashy place, but tonight it was packed. (Later we learned that apparently all of Israel had gone north to have the seder at their uncle's/grandparents'/second cousin's house, and then simply migrated into Haifa to party instead of driving back to Tel-Aviv. So we were housing like 80% of the merkaz's pillow-biters that night.)
It was in the Leon where we discovered an interesting thing:
APPARENTLY I AM A MAGNET FOR HOMOS.
I don't even know, flist. We danced both together and apart, and comparatively speaking I got hit on by twice as many men as he did (and he got hit on a lot). In fact, I was hit on nearly exclusively by men-all the dykes were distressingly uptight. It was through dancing with me that my friend got his date for the night. Gay men, flist. They are just weird.
In conclusion:
FRIEND: Celebrating Pesach by eating pastries and snogging hot boys. God must love us right now. 8D
HAPPY PASSOVER, FLIST!
The seder at my father's was unsurprisingly made of fail, which is sad for me, because Passover is the holiday I love best in the year. It's all about family and getting together and traditions-you shall tell your son-so galloping through the haggadah in 30 minutes and spending the rest of the evening praising his wife's cooking kind of misses the point.
However, after the seder I went to sleep over at a friend of mine, whom I love dearly and who is an erstwhile fag to my hag. We decided to go to the Leon, a gay club near Haifa, to let off a little steam. It's a pretty trashy place, but tonight it was packed. (Later we learned that apparently all of Israel had gone north to have the seder at their uncle's/grandparents'/second cousin's house, and then simply migrated into Haifa to party instead of driving back to Tel-Aviv. So we were housing like 80% of the merkaz's pillow-biters that night.)
It was in the Leon where we discovered an interesting thing:
APPARENTLY I AM A MAGNET FOR HOMOS.
I don't even know, flist. We danced both together and apart, and comparatively speaking I got hit on by twice as many men as he did (and he got hit on a lot). In fact, I was hit on nearly exclusively by men-all the dykes were distressingly uptight. It was through dancing with me that my friend got his date for the night. Gay men, flist. They are just weird.
In conclusion:
FRIEND: Celebrating Pesach by eating pastries and snogging hot boys. God must love us right now. 8D