24th
God keeps calling me and leaving messages on my work voicemail.
Sporadically over the past 5 years, I’ve gotten recorded messages in a male Hebrew voice. By the way, I get these messages only when I’m dating an Israeli guy. Maybe I become even more chosen through osmosis? Hm.
I got the latest one last night. I think God said something about Globalcom, so I googled it. Turns out to be a telecommunications company…with the motto of “A Higher Form of Communication.”
I have no idea what any of this means, but I better vacuum soon ‘cause my apartment is in no shape for holy visitors.
Although she is the biggest worrier of all times, my mom is not worried about my safety if I travel to the Baltics/Central Europe on my own. She lovingly pointed out that the Russian Mafia who run prostitution rings all over those areas will most likely not bother me on account of my being too old and too short.
Whew.
So my latest want in the travel world goes as follows:
Fly into Helsinki, stay for a few days. Take fast ferry to Tallinn. Train/bus through Latvia and Lithuania. From Vilnius take train/bus to Prague or maybe even Paris and fly back home.
Alternative:
Fly into Bucharest, train/bus through Romania, Hungary, Slovakia, Czech Republic and fly home from Prague.
Also
Vietnam/Cambodia/Laos.
My mouth is watering, need plane ticket now.
Super fun. The first band was bluesy-funk, lots of horns, get down music from a group of guys wearing three-piece suits and fedoras. Cool.
Golem is a band I want playing at my wedding. Klezmer punk, Fiddler-on-the Roof and a manic accordianist, meets 12 bottles of vodka type of music. Also they played a typical Russian restaurant ballad in a completely non-typical way, as everyone hora-thrashed ‘round the venue. What could go wrong? (other than guests crashing into the cake.)
My friend Sharon just asked me for an update on life, stuff, etc. I said, I keep fluctuating between feeling strong and independent, and then feeling weird and pine-y.
You know, the usual.