the three obligations

well, the obligation to say three words "passover", "unleavened bread" and "bitter herbs" has been met. also met were the more traditional obligations to eat too much, drink too much and argue politics with strangers (aka "family friends") before taking phone numbers and hoping that the cuter of the two sisters is of legal age.

her father dropped me off a ten minute walk from smith bar, and after a guinness spent imagining a world containing myself with dreadlocks i walked home*, choosing a route that included a cup of coffee and managing to turn quite a few heads with my spanky (yet educational!) sweater... that even scored me a special smile from a gorgeous girl who passed it along behind her boyfriend's back...

i was exhausted to the point of silliness the entire evening, this is the most pathetic form of insomnia that i can recall experiencing.

* i left when i realized that i was wearing my beer goggles: the dodgy-looking girl standing next to me ceased to seem quite so bad. she'd been trying to convince me to come and see a comedy show and i tried to convince her that it would be wasted on me because i don't have a sense of humour.