Midnight Witticisms

I thought last night would be a quiet night in, as is sometimes the case since Sunday morning is a work day.  Luckily, my friend Rose works for the UN, so she is on an American work schedule.  She made the “schlepp” from J-town to the T.A. so that we could go out for drinks.  We did a half -assed pub crawl, and hit up these two lovely bars.  When we had our fill (which, admittedly, was not much), we went to a sushi bar kiosk.  It’s kind of cool - it’s on a major street corner, and reminds me of the hot dog stands in NYC or Ralph Ices on Long Island.  This is a few steps up, with wait staff and seating around the outside.  It was delicious.  I love good sushi.

It’s still weird to adjust to the Israeli schedule, although it’s busier here on a night before work than it would be in the States.  And later, too.  We left just before midnight, but people were poring out of every city orifice and into bars, pubs, and restaurants.

It makes me happy I’m here.

I just moved to Tel Aviv.  It’s really just like NYC.  We have “skyscrapers”, people of races and colors, grime, and humidity.  It’s perfect.  Well, my hair doesn’t agree.  It hates it here; but no worries.  I will tame it.  But yea, aside from the fact that I’m swimming in my own sweat, it is awesome.  And I even found flushable litter.  You know what that means: Bella is going to learn how to use the toilet!  She won’t be that happy when I move her on Wednesday…

So now the task of unpacking (my least favorite thing second only to packing) lays ahead.  Oh, and I have to figure out how to use the washer.  It’s all these pictures.  I miss washers that just say: Delicate, Wool, Warm, Whites, Colors.  Why is everything in this country so complicated?

Anyway, if your name is Itai, and you feel like telling me how to use your washing machine,  that would be awesome.

Love always,

Shirah