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Today was a quiet day, school-wise: made a stupid goof in Talmud class, but at least sort of made up for it later in class, my Hebrew teacher was sick so we were sent to the lab to work on preparing our next text, and I worked with a friend who kept me laughing as we worked- it wasn't the most efficient process, but it was fun. And then my last class didn't meet today, which was a scheduled-in-advance not-meeting, so I had some time (which I wasted a good chunk of) to start working on ch. 2 of Megillat Esther and do some homework.
And then this evening Steve was singing in a concert in which the program was Carmina Burana, across the street at Union Theological Seminary. I went, crochet in hand, and ended up crocheting through most of the performance. At least I had company to sit with- Steve's boyfriend was also there, and another JTS student and someone who came with him showed up at the beginning, sat with us, and then left after the first third or so. Afterwards I went to their post-concert party for a bit and hung out with the other couple of interseminary dialogue folks, and left there to head to ma'ariv, just after a person wearing only underwear and a feather-boa walked in and rather freaked Steve out. (Surprised me too, that's for sure- that's not the sort of thing one expects to see at a seminary's pub.)
And then this evening Steve was singing in a concert in which the program was Carmina Burana, across the street at Union Theological Seminary. I went, crochet in hand, and ended up crocheting through most of the performance. At least I had company to sit with- Steve's boyfriend was also there, and another JTS student and someone who came with him showed up at the beginning, sat with us, and then left after the first third or so. Afterwards I went to their post-concert party for a bit and hung out with the other couple of interseminary dialogue folks, and left there to head to ma'ariv, just after a person wearing only underwear and a feather-boa walked in and rather freaked Steve out. (Surprised me too, that's for sure- that's not the sort of thing one expects to see at a seminary's pub.)
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It's also that I'm interviewing for jobs, which just compresses things even more. At least they are getting someplace with the interviews :-)
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Perhaps Steve wanted to be called José on account of my cactus. On our first date (in Israel), I bought a cactus on Ben-Yehuda. We named it José. Of course, Steve is not as prickly as José was. This is a Good Thing.
Carmina Burana was fun.
Oh, and I learned how to crochet a kippah at the Kallah. Yay!
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If you learned successfully that quickly, you're Much Much handier than I am. It took me quite a while to get even vaguely consistent and not very oddly shaped kippot. But it's fun. I must either get smaller thread soon or both more yarn and people who want kippot, or my own collection is going to get quite large and with many of the same colors over and over again...
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And if you're looking for someone who wants a kippah made for him... *grin*
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I'll keep that in mind next time something comes out properly masculine.