so i started selling ice cream at a place called vaniglia in a swanky part of tel aviv. selling ice cream is hard! the job turned out to be a lot less laid back than i had originally thought. surprisingly though, i have barely touched the stuff, except of course while serving it to customers. when i was living in ny i would go through a pint of ben n jerrys every other night, sometimes with todd's help, usually on my own. now that im surrounded by the stuff i dont really think about it. which leads me to believe that maybe the best way to get over alcoholism is to become a bar tender. i could be completely wrong about that though.
by now you must be thinking, enough with this ice cream talk, we want to know what happened with the paratroopers. well, guess what? so do I! hah. still no word. it will probably come this week though... so im as a nervous as a high school kid in april. (thats when we heard back from colleges wasnt it?)
in other non news, i still havnt found a place to live in tel aviv. slim pickins, but the search must go on.
i was in jerusalem this weekend. i went to a "beer and sing along" party in a moshav, pretty surreal. Today i saw todd and his birthright harem at his hotel for a bit and had a meal on the company dime. Even terrible kosher food tastes better when its free. it was really nice seeing todd though i felt like a wedding crasher the whole time, and not the cool vince vaughn, owen wilson type either.
at one point the kids at my table got into a discussion about the soldiers that had joined their trip and which ones had killed people and which ones hadn't, and then another kid came along and practiced his "ma koreh yafa" or "whats up beautiful?" routine to confirm he had the words right. i wonder if this is what Bronfman and Steinhardt had in mind when they started the trips...
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