is a lot of Purim.

Just sayin’.

Shabbos was picnicy. Last night was antics out about town, parties and the like. Today was also. After my seudah (feast), I wandered up to the mess at kikar Tzion (Zion square) with some friends. There were a lot of people.

There were girls dancing with fire, and other people doing traditional Indian dancing (for reasons I didn’t 100% grok), lots of people selling stuff, lots of people in costumes, lots of people drinking.

There were guys on big stilts.

After that we wandered up to Mea Sharim, just in time to catch the Breslovers driving through, blasting techno for Hashem. There were a lot of drunk Hasids. Not to mention Hasids in sombreros, baby hasids smoking cigarettes (age like 7???) other baby hasids in baby streimels, lots of little girls dressed up as kallot (brides, sigh), a charming little girl wearing a costume in which Haman and his sons were hung in gallows off of her shoulders and head (Flikr is being cranky about me uploading photos, so you’ll have to trust me on this) and a girl in an IDF uniform, which was fascinating as, if anybody’s gonna be taking advantage of the yeshiva students’ exemption from the Army, it’s the people in this part of town. What-ever. Anyway, it was a lot. All told, a long day of running around playing in the sunshine, topped off by falafel. All in all, a good use of one’s day, and an effective means of getting the Spring Antsies out of one’s system. Who knows? I may be able to buckle down and, like, work tomorrow.

Three days is about the maximum of Purim that anyone can take. Even a girl from San Francisco. But anyone who wants to try to institute a Yom Tov Shani for the Purim celebrators in the galut, I’ll still support you.