Weekend Update: Fo Shizz

The wife and I had one giant weekend. I'm barely able to type due to the awesomness of the weekend.

Big week overall as a matter of fact.

On Saturday we went to see The Diary of Anne Frank with my Grandmother. It's a classic story so I don't need to go into the details. The play's ending sort of showed me a microcosm of the changing taste of Americans in the past few decades. When my Bubbe (Yiddish: Grandmother) saw the play in 1959, 14 years after the events in the play, it ended with a bunch of pounding on the door. The Frank's and Van Daan's are eating a meal and the stage goes dark. Everyone knows what the foregone conclusion so you don't need to show it.

In 2009, the father comes out after the Nazi raid the attic complete with guns, and delivers a soliloquy. He sums up everything that happens after the Nazi's capture them.

God forbid you create an interesting ending. Americans need everything summed up and tidy in 22 minutes. As a person who flirts with writing it's tough to burst through the formulaic mind gap that most Americans have been brainwashed into believing is creative.

Anyway, we had a great time.

Sunday, we got up early and instead of resting in the house we decided to take a road trip. ROAD TRIP!!!! We went to the Venice Beach boardwalk and got sunburned. We were trying to make it to the Santa Monica Promenade after that but we got distracted by a bunch of Hasidim at a farmer's market. We stopped and I did a whole Tifilian blessing in the middle of the sidewalk.

So that was weird and cool.

The only part that bummed me out was that there was this drunk chick heckling the Hasidim. They took it very well, much better than I, stoic to the point that it was becoming apparent this is something they deal with a lot.

She said to the guy, "Shabbat Shaloam. Did I say that right?"

The Guy said, "Yeah, are you Jewish."

"No."

Ten minutes later, or at least long enough later that it was uncalled for, she comes roaring back, "do I fucking look Jewish?"

Like that's the end of the world. Doesn't help the fact that her disgust was apparent and she had blonde hair and blue eyes.

After that the wife and I had a couple beers and went shopping in the Jewish district in Los Angeles.

Great day.





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Toodles,
BA