Last weekend, Joline and I went up to Brooklyn for Shabbat. I knew that I knew 5 people living in 3 apartments in 1 building in Prospect Heights, but I really had no idea how many other people I knew there. I went to two 10-person Shabbat meals, ran into people I knew at Altshul and Park Slope Jewish Center, and in general had a great time. Also, I went for a walk in the park for an hour with kazulrw! Nice to finally meet her after, y'know, only 11 years of us knowing each other online. Ho hum, welcome to the 21st century or something. I love the internet.
Saturday night, we went up to the UWS for the start of Purim, and for very much a more-than-the-sum-of-its-parts evening. We went to the storahtelling event at Romemu, which was underwhelming. Their followup bar wasn't great either. So a bunch of us left to find another bar, running into MR in the process. I don't like bars much in general, but I think the evening turned when I filmed 8 mostly-drunk people singing along loudly to "Fuck You" in the bar. I was only there for about a half hour, and it was close to 2:00am by the time we made it back to Brooklyn, but I went to sleep with a big smile on my face.
Sunday was my minyan's Purim celebration in Philadelphia, conveniently timed at 2pm to enable us to get back from Brooklyn (and for other people to finish up at Hebrew school, and because there's no reason to start Purim morning early after the Purim night some folks probably had). It was a blast, with all-you-can-eat Chinese food and all-you-can-sing karaoke. 41 people there, crowded into New Harmony's basement!
There aren't any great pictures of my whole purim costume. I was a Persian soccer fan, which was just an excuse to use my vuvuzela as a noisemaker. In addition to my red vuvuzela, I made up a jersey to wear, and carried a 4-foot-long "Persian" (old Iranian) flag. Pictures sans flag: back and a slightly suggestive version of the front.
And, now that I've sufficiently buried the lead: I spend that whole weekend, and most of this week, agonizing over what to do this summer. I found out last Friday that I got into Yeshivat Hadar, and today I accepted. I'll be spending 7 weeks this summer living on the Upper West Side of Manhattan (pending finding a sublet), studying Jewish texts as my full-time 50-plus-hour-a-week job, including 3 13.5-hour days per week. (It would be 8 weeks, but I'm taking off a week in the middle to attend the NHC (Havurah) Summer Institute, which I wouldn't miss even for this.) I'm taking advantage of my work's so-generous-it's-ridiculous paid sabbatical program in order to go. That plus the program's stipend means that I can easily maintain my apartment in Philly while living in New York.
Well, actually, it's not quite that simple. My roommate's moving, which means I might be moving too. Our lease is up August 1st, right in the middle of yeshiva, and the day I leave from New York to New Hampshire for the Institute. The logistics of this are, to put it mildly, not simple. This, combined with my other responsibilities, will make the summer a bit more of a challenge than it already would be to spend 50 hours a week in yeshiva. (Seriously? 14 hour days?) But I spent a long time thinking about it, and I think that I can do it. Moving apartments while living in a different state sounds absurd, but if I pack completely beforehand, hire good movers, and have someone I trust supervising the move, I think it'll be fine. Stressful, but fine.
Anyway, wooo! I'm excited! I've been thinking about doing this program for over 18 months! And, if you don't count the occasional weekend visit I'll be taking this summer, it'll be the longest I've ever been away from Philly! Also, excited because today I'm headed down to Baltimore-ish for a weekend-long NHC retreat, the annual really-try-to-kick-desh's-SAD's-ass weekend. Yay!
Have a great weekend, LiveJournal!