Purim

As I've said before, the holiday of Purim is an amazing thing, that if properly advertised could convert nearly every Xer to the religion.

"So, let me get this straight. The point of this day is to just go crazy?"

"More or less."

"I'm supposed to completely pig out, everybody brings you food, and you're supposed to drink?"

"No, you are supposed to get drunk."

"I am commanded to get drunk?"

"You are literally supposed to get so sloshed you can't tell good from bad."

"And this goes on for how long?"

"A whole day outside of Israel, but two days inside Israel."

"Just drinking? No service?"

"Well, yes there is a service. Everybody dresses in a costume, and they read Megillah. When they come to the Villain's name, you are supposed to make noise."

"Oh, like an old silent movie, with the handlebar mustache?"

"Well, no. Where I last was, the people threw firecrackers in the synogague whenever his name was mentioned."

"Oh...at people?"

"Actually...yes. Some fights almost broke out. The rabbi then started aiming at the people who were starting the fights. But generally it's just noise makers, cap guns, or sirens."

"There's just one big siren?"

"No, everybody comes with something that a makes noise."

"This sounds like chaos."

"Especially with the drinking."

"OK..but it's all in the name of God, is that it?"

"Actually, God is never mentioned..."

It's a great holiday. It adds a different dimension when the philosophy of the place you are staying at is, "be happy." Remember, this is the Hippie place.

So, first of all, in order to enjoy how insane everybody was on Purim, they video tape everybody when they have no control over their actions, and replay it the next year to show what X looks like when he is intoxicated.

Then there's the fact that there was so much drinking going on, that (apparently most of that money went to buy out a few liquor stores. There were only like seventy five people at this party.) there was practically a pool of vomit surrounding the place.

You have no idea how it feels to trip on slippery vomit. If everybody wasn't drunk at the time, I'd probably have looked like a complete moron.

But that's besides the point.

What really bothered me was the fact that nobody thought anything was strange about this. I had a few, and I danced, but there are people are dancing, and singing, and upchucking, simultaneously, and nobody blinked. They just pulled up a squeegee, and rolled the stuff outside.

But it's not just the vomit though. I was dancing and Amir came over to me. Amir was sort of a supervisor\organizer\secretary there. Drunk as...well most of the people there, and started dancing with me, and then tried to tell me something. I couldn't hear him over the music, so I just nodded.

I left soon after that. It was sick, I couldn't take much more. I just took a walk around the place, and bumped into another administrator there.

"Amir had a message for you."

"He told me what it was, but I couldn't make it out..."