Seth and I went on a "date" on Thursday. We went to see "The Life of David Gale" which was a good, if somewhat disturbing, movie. I enjoyed it, but then I usually do enjoy Kevin Spacey. I'm not too particular. ;) Then we went for pizza. The funny thing about kosher restaurants is that they tend to have a very specific clientele. This means that we often run into people we know if we go to them. We ran in to Harold, famous for his incredible Purim seudot (festive meals...I'm not sure I got the plural right there, and I'm not sure I care, either). I will unfortunately be missing out on the festivities this year, but Seth should be able to make it. Last year Harold had a guest who brought kosher haggis (ick) complete with bagpiper and Robbie Burns' "Ode to the Haggis". There was also "vam" which some of you may have read about in
Tomorrow, I will be gall-bladder-less. I'm going to ask if I can keep it, but I think they'll say no. Something about a biohazard... Also, note to self, I must remember to ask, "Dr., will I be able to play the piano after the surgery?" and see if he takes the bait.
Finally, I have more hamantaschen here than I know what to do with. Please come by my house and eat some. :)