Don't Spoil My Reputation
My friends and I are fresh slabs of meat on the Shidduch market. One night my friends called me out for dinner, so I put on my coat and left. I show up, and one friend comments, "You're wearing short skirt and short socks?" "Yeah," I replied, "It's warm out, why not?" So she just kept quiet. Then we met the other half of our group, one of which said, "Those socks totally don't go with that skirt, " to which I replied,"Yeah, I know, I need sandals." So she said, "Well, we don't do open toe," and I casually responded, "Well, I do." So she tells me, "Not when you're with us. I'm not screwing up my reputation because of your sandals." Coming from the girl who called boys to join us when we went out before. (New Paragraph) This is what drives me crazy about this reputation thing. This kid all nervous about me and my sandals, but she'll bring boys to meet us and talk to them at the next table. Explain that one.
Pesach in the City
Yesterday, I went to a show in the city for my Theatre class. I was afraid I'd forget it's pesach, and walk into a bodega and buy a bag of pretzels if i got hungry and realize halfway through the bag what I had done. Surpisingly, though, I felt Pesach with me the whole time. It's interesting how the spirituality of the holiday is there more than you know. Pesach signifies a lot. That's why everything we say in Tefilla reminds us of Yetsias Mitrayim. (whoa, that's bad transliteration) But anyway, even though one walks the streets on Manhattan is surrounded by the same people as usual, the feelings are different. You know you can't buy that same Pepsi or bag of M & M's that guy is holding. It puts you on a different level.