So no, we didn't have a seder this year. The oven still isn't working (boring already, I know) and so when we went to the Downtown Seder on Sunday night, Doug and I figured that would just have to count. It wasn't really a seder, but more like an event that used Passover as a reference point. Yes, Lou Reed was there (to go further off topic and more into the fires of hell (or book publishing) --not that he's going to blurb my book anyway -- but can I burn a bridge here and ask why Lou Reed was acting like he was doing us all a favor by being there?), so was Dr. Ruth, so were Stiller & Meara -- along with a bunch of other people who ponied up to $250 a seat to eat gefilte fish and be entertained by a Chassidic guy who sang reggae songs. We also got treated to a video of Perry Farrell singing (or rather reading cue cards) to "dayenu." It looked to be totally not edited and frankly, I'm shocked that it isn't making the rounds on the internet. It was that bad-good.
Sorta weird to be in a big room with Jews as far as the eyes could see and realize that this is your thing. True, I spent most of the night kvetching and gabbing with my new pal Rob (who performed an amazingly funny song based on the plagues) but it was also somewhat nice to be with people who were like me - they kinda wanted to do a Passover thing without really doing a full-on Passover thing.
Which is so wrong, I know, I know, -- but at least I'm being honest here.
Sorta weird to be in a big room with Jews as far as the eyes could see and realize that this is your thing. True, I spent most of the night kvetching and gabbing with my new pal Rob (who performed an amazingly funny song based on the plagues) but it was also somewhat nice to be with people who were like me - they kinda wanted to do a Passover thing without really doing a full-on Passover thing.
Which is so wrong, I know, I know, -- but at least I'm being honest here.
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