How did I get this life?
It's only Tuesday, and already this week I have:
1) Attended the annual New Year's ball in Haifa sponsored by Goshen, an organization for Jews from Egypt. Yes. Me. A New Year's ball. For second-exodused Egyptian Jews. With Moroccan catering. And other than myself there were two people under the age of 50. Oh, I forgot the belly dancers. Yes. Belly dancers. Where oh where do I even begin?
2) Found myself being driven past Hebron, on the way from Beer Sheva to Jerusalem, by the son of Dudu Fisher. Is that the most random thing ever?