Lions, Tigers, and HAMAN boooooooooo!

So, just wanted to kick it off by saying how much of a b-l-a-s-t this year's Purimpalooza party was for us Montevideans. It took place in this brand spanking new dope bar (Pony Pisador) in the middle of downtown Montevideo Uruguay. With all the publicity we did including flyers, an email database, and a HUGE banner hung over two of the principle streets in Pocitos (the Jewish 'hood), we had over 450 guests walk the door dressed in such costumes as an iPod, a pharoah, a hippie (me--and what a stretch it was), a cook, and Where's Waldo (there may be a trademark on that). To our luck we had a large group of American and Canadian university students visiting our Uruguayan Jewish youth, and approximately 55 "gringos" were able to spend their first Purim outside of the US and they did it in style. Folks from University of Michigan, Michigan State, McGill, and Concordia came to dance the night away and swear at that damn bearded a--whole, Haman for all the pain and suffering he almost caused the Jewish people.
Man, I love this holiday...a day on the Jewish calandar that commands us as a people to let our guard down, to leave our inhabitions at the door, and to throw up all over ourselves (as did Roi, whom I've never seen drink even a sip of anything alcoholic that wasn't Manezshevitz). So Roi thought it would be funny to drink as much whisky and red wine as he could and in any order. That left Zev (the self-proclaimed "mother" of our Moishe House) to clean up after Roi and help him stumble back to our flat. So it was a day of many new things for many of us and a great day for Moishe House Montevideo.