A whole lot is to be said about the Holiest day of the year from an outsiders perspective.
First off, I went to the grocery the day before Yom Kippur to grab a couple things so I could aid in MP filling his belly before his 25 hour fast started. What a mess. Seriously people, I'd like you all to take a second, consider your actions and look at yourselves. You are acting like a freaking apocalypse is coming! Carts are filled with insane amounts of groceries (you CAN NOT eat that many eggs), you have forgotten your manners (although I feel that's more often than not) and you are supposed to be fasting. What in the H E double hockey sticks is going on here?! P.s. It's only a day, chill the eff out...
What's that? The hummus spots are closed tomorrow? AAAHhHhHhHh!!!!
Ok, I'm fine. Now it turned out to be quite the lovely day. No crazy traffic outside, unless you count the army of ill skilled children on bicycles screaming at all hours of the day, and a general calm rested in the big city. I know what you are wondering, how did BB spend Yom Kippur?
I slept for the better part of it. Somehow MP and I crashed out around seven at night, just two hours after the event started, and I didn't crawl out of my Thai bed until around nineish the next morning. I took what I thought was going to be a calm stroll in the middle of the street to the boardwalk where I immediately regretted leaving the safety of the time out lounge. Bicycle accidents galore! I know what you are thinking, get to the goods BB.
You got it!
How BB spent Yom Kippur.
I'm the type of person who likes to do the exact opposite of what I am supposed to do in any occasion. Not because I'm ignorant...ok it is because I'm ignorant. But it's also because I like to push the envelope and if I can't entertain myself who else will?
So I took off my pants, blasted some high energy dance tunes and danced around smiling thinking about how ahead of the "remember when"* and "gotcha!"* game I am. I also sat on the balcony smoking the hookah, drinking red wine, and eating humus straight out of the container while devilishly nodding at onlookers below like 'that's right, never gonna get this!' mission accomplished. Did I mention we live next to a synagogue? Mwaaahahahaha...
Just have to add that the second Yom Kippur was over, fast and the furious 7 hit the streets. I know you bitches were just sitting with your keys in the ignition for the last five minutes dying to get some pizza.
*remember when is a game only to be played with people you are so close to, that they can handle what a complete ass you are being. For example when my childhood dog passed away and I was a wreck and in tears Coco waited until I was off the phone, looked at me solemnly and said "hey Britt, remember when your dog died?"
*Gotcha! Is relatively the same but it's when you get someone worked up about something that isn't true and right when they are at their breaking point you scream "gotcha!" example: before I set out to see Coco in Indonesia I sent him a e-mail stating that me and a certain tall, tattooed, shitty individual and I had got back together and he was coming with me. The following e-mail was the gotcha! Now it's far more effective in person but sometimes you have to work with what you got.
If you are having a bad day, ruin someone else's, that way you get a little high out of the deal.
A mesage from MP on Yom Kippur:
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