Four bottles of kosher wine later… Okay, my head has finally stopped swimming from the zany drinking game that is Passover. I think (I hope) all would agree it was a success. Here, for those unable to attend, are the edited highlights (in no particular order):

- The search for horseradish. Did you know that it’s almost completely impossible to find horseradish in Durham? (Except in a creamy sauce, that is.) Five supermarkets later, success… a tiny piece of horseradish.

- My mother scamming yarmulkes from the local synagogue. This involved an elaborate tissue of lies and a waiting automobile, engine running.

- Aaron’s “rod”. Say no more.

- Pinky’s incredible Passover apple pie. Thanks! I think this was the high point.

- The woman at the checkout at Wellspring, when I tried to tell her that the shankbone we’d been given at the butcher’s counter was free. “Oh, yeah, I’ve been getting those all day. What are they for?”

- Rick! being rabbinical.

- Sha Sha as the wicked child.

Posted by B. W. Ventril in Miscellanea

 

6 Responses to “Passover Post Mortem”

  1. pinky says:
    You know - it really *is* a drinking game, and that just cracks me up.

    We always used the actual horseradish root on the big plate, and then the violently-pink kind on the little plates. But who really needs that much horseradish?

  2. dickumbrage says:
    rabinnical?

  3. B. W. Ventril says:
    Hell yes you were rabbinical. In a drunken way, that is.

  4. dickumbrage says:
    because i made stuff levitate? or because i tried to correct the text as i read it?

  5. pinky says:
    the levitation was *awesome*.

  6. B. W. Ventril says:
    Dick Umbrage: a little from column A, a little from column B. That and your over all air of gravitas.