Night Three

So tonight was the third night of Chanukah. Hope you're all enjoying the most wonderful time of the year. So, I couldn't even make it to night three with something in mind to write. And that's only because the first two nights were combined into one entry because I'm a terrible Jew and didn't know when Chanukah started.

Let's see, we exchanged gifts last night. Or at least I think we're done. I don't ever remember getting a gift a night for eight nights. When I was younger it would definitely be a gift a night for a few nights, but not eight. Now, it's usually just "here's what we got you," and we're done. Or it's just one gift. It seems this year it's pretty much one gift. I won't say what yet, as I'll leave it for another night.

How did I celebrate the third night of Chanukah? I know you're just really dying to know, so sit down a minute and let's chat. I went to go see my, and I hate to really make such a bold statement here but I have to, I went to go see my absolute favorite Hoboken-based band with a Spanish name that features a married couple of which the husband plays guitar and is Jewish, Yo La Tengo. I know, I know, but sometimes we just have to make bold statements. So there.

They played in Hoboken, which was okay I guess. I'm pretty sure I've never been there, or never stopped there. On the way to Hoboken, and way back from, we passed Edgewater, and subsequently Mitsuwa, which Dmur and hot.pork should know as the location of the second half of the greatest yearly field trip taken by our former Japanese class. Apparently they had really good soda there, but I never tried it. Perhaps Dmur or hot.pork could describe what was so great about it (other than it came with a marble, of course) if either of them were so lucky to try it.

The show started with a saxaphone player and guitarist, then two comedians and then Yo La Tengo. I enjoyed them all, but what I enjoyed even more was that they all rocked the stage with a menorah positioned high above everyone. It was conflicting, though. If you read the Night One/Two, and you better have fucking read it you piece of shit, then you'll know what the menorah really stands for. And that's not something you want to say to people that are watching you perform.

A man standing in front of me took part in the Chanukah tradition of getting high. He used marijuana. He sat down while the band was playing, put his jacket over his head and went to it. Every so often he'd move the jacket and a large ball of smoke would waft upwards and past me. It smelled.

The guy, who was well into his 40s, then seemed to loosen up a bit. Earlier he complained that the comedians weren't funny at al, when in reality, they were sort of funny at times and really funny at other times. But once the pot kicked in he started dancing. Well, his body remained stiff, but he shifted back and forth, like a Weeble. It was great.

There was a kid who positioned himself in front of, and eventually next to, me. He was wearing a Santa hat, which was a dick move on his part. I don't care if he was only about 10.

So yeah, that was night three. Saw some good, partially Jewish, live music complete with a menorah on stage. I disliked the people standing near me, and was worried for my safety walking the streets of Hoboken because they were really icy and slipper. If that's not Jewish, well then just start sewing back on my foreskin.

Come back tomorrow for Night Four, when if I have nothing else to write, I'll go over a few Jewish stereotypes and tell you why they're all true and where and when they started. Or I won't. Either way, L'Chaim.