The Real Nakba

You thought I was joking about Israeli weddings? Brace yourselves, people.

Is she getting married or walking on the moon?
“Houston, we have a freicha.”

By the way, this woman has a Passover Seder just like you and me. 

You ready for the granddaddy of them all? I’m not kidding, people, this wedding dress will shock you right into next week. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

GOOD LORD.

 

Five minutes and I’m still speechless.

Now THAT is a nakba. No one can ever tell me I have bad taste.

And with that, I sign off for a few days. Off to the airport to meet my first birthright group, then to a four day staff seminar, and back to the group. If you’re lucky, I’ll try to post-date some entries to keep feeding the monster. (Actually, by the time you read this, I’ll be long gone…I feel like Marty McFly writing Doc Brown 30 years in the future. Did I ever tell you about the time I met Michael J. Fox in the airport and told him “Back to the Future” changed my life? Another time then…)

(I gotta be honest, I’m really proud of that “Houston” line above. Giggling to self.)

Bye!