It’s been a hectic, discontented winter, but Moishe House DC is truckin’. Much to my chagrin, I haven’t developed the hoped-for penchant for the blogosphere since my last gem was deposited on this very site, but I remain hopeful.
It’s been a noteworthy month – a Shabbat dinner attended by fewer than 50 people was an intimate change of pace, the triumphant return to the confines of a liquid crystal display projector enabled a much-enjoyed viewing of my favorite film, “Everything is Illuminated,” accompanied by an obscene amount of pizza. We whipped out our needles and got our knit on, an event at which copious amounts of pastries were baked – for better or worse, a recurring occurrence these days. We extolled the virtues of eating almonds at our Tu B’Shvat(ish) Shabbat, and at our hindmost event, Hookah and Havdalah, a couple dozen of DC’s finest ate, drank and smoked away any remnant of the Shabbas Queen.
March madness is upon us, and a program on ethics, kashrut and Jewish activism promises to engage and compel, while the District is abuzz about our date auction, at which all members of MHDC will peddle that which is forbidden to peddle – at least outside of the state of Nevada and certain progressive Western European countries, that is. FIN.
שלום עליכם,
Eli
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