shh...
don't tell anyone, but Paul and i had a couple over for dinner on tuesday night. they graciously contributed what appeared to be a decadent bottle of wine, but when prompted to open it, i was floored by the realization that we don't have a wine key! gasp!
i could use the new apartment as an excuse. things do tend to get lost in the shuffle. but the truth is that we lived together in our old apartment for a year without having a wine key.
granted, Paul and i rarely drink. and when we do, it's usually catered to Paul's highly selective taste buds: bailey's or kahlua or the like. my taste buds are more open-minded when it comes to the drink, but i enjoy those as well.
so, friends, during my trip today to the supermarket to prepare for the upcoming snow storm: bread, milk, and fresh porn, i vow to purchase a wine key and to sin profusely with that fine bottle of wine. after all, purim begins today!
"Purim doesn't get the same press that Hanukkah and Passover do, but it's twice the fun. How can you not love a holiday on which the Torah commands you to drink until you can't tell the difference between "cursed be Haman" and "blessed be Mordecai?"
The holiday, which begins Thursday [today] and lasts until March 5, is one of the most joyous on the Jewish calendar and commemorates a time when the Jews of Persia were saved from extinction.
It is customary to hold carnival-like celebrations and beauty contests, to perform plays and parodies, and to feast and drink during Purim, which is sometimes called Jewish Mardi Gras.
The story of Purim is told in the Book of Esther, a beautiful Jewish woman who is married to the Persian king. An orphan, Esther has been raised by her uncle Mordecai. Haman, an adviser to the king, hates Mordecai, who refuses to bow down to him.
Haman plots to execute all the Jews, but Esther reveals the plan to the king — and mentions for the first time that she is Jewish. As a result, Haman is hanged on the gallows he built for Mordecai.
The word "purim" means "lots" and refers to the lottery that Haman used to choose the date for the massacre."
excerpt taken from: http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=7612676
i could use the new apartment as an excuse. things do tend to get lost in the shuffle. but the truth is that we lived together in our old apartment for a year without having a wine key.
granted, Paul and i rarely drink. and when we do, it's usually catered to Paul's highly selective taste buds: bailey's or kahlua or the like. my taste buds are more open-minded when it comes to the drink, but i enjoy those as well.
so, friends, during my trip today to the supermarket to prepare for the upcoming snow storm: bread, milk, and fresh porn, i vow to purchase a wine key and to sin profusely with that fine bottle of wine. after all, purim begins today!
"Purim doesn't get the same press that Hanukkah and Passover do, but it's twice the fun. How can you not love a holiday on which the Torah commands you to drink until you can't tell the difference between "cursed be Haman" and "blessed be Mordecai?"
The holiday, which begins Thursday [today] and lasts until March 5, is one of the most joyous on the Jewish calendar and commemorates a time when the Jews of Persia were saved from extinction.
It is customary to hold carnival-like celebrations and beauty contests, to perform plays and parodies, and to feast and drink during Purim, which is sometimes called Jewish Mardi Gras.
The story of Purim is told in the Book of Esther, a beautiful Jewish woman who is married to the Persian king. An orphan, Esther has been raised by her uncle Mordecai. Haman, an adviser to the king, hates Mordecai, who refuses to bow down to him.
Haman plots to execute all the Jews, but Esther reveals the plan to the king — and mentions for the first time that she is Jewish. As a result, Haman is hanged on the gallows he built for Mordecai.
The word "purim" means "lots" and refers to the lottery that Haman used to choose the date for the massacre."
excerpt taken from: http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=7612676
posted by Traci at 9:18 AM
2 Comments:
That's funny about the wine key. I had a similar experience when I moved into my apartment, but I have a really tiny one, which prompted my guest to buy me a nice one for Christmas.
Speaking of enteraining, when are you guys going to come over? Let's stop talking about it, and make it happen!
I have to do my taxes this weekend, which means I have to clean my place up, to find all my receipts, so it should be habitable for guests. As you can tell from my blog site, you know that you can expect good food.
Glad to hear you're working! There's nothing like getting steady cash for whatever you want to spend it on.
But get ready. Spring is coming, and the deck is going to be warm enough to sit on before we know it!!
sure thing, Keith. we'll be sure to call you on saturday to find a good time.
it'll be good to see you.
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