Tisha B'av was surprisingly ok - a little bit difficult in the morning (but then again, I don't have any English tea bags with me here, so what really is the point of breakfast at all nowadays?) but then a few of us sat in the Maodon and chatted for a few hours in the mazgan - aircon - then watched Shrek and Mrs Doubtfire in the afternoon until the fast went out. At least it went out early here - in the UK I'd be fasting for another 2 hours!!
Friday saw nothing remarkable happening - I was back at work, but I went back to the P famille for Friday Night dinner. I actually had the best, most funnest time at their house. The best time, in fact, that I've ever had anywhere, ever, at anyone's house in Israel on a Friday night. It was very comfortable and welcoming!
After dinner, New York, Aussie and I had to smuggle back down a mattress we'd put on top of the miklat, and which had been reported missing. It was blamed on me, of course, even though it wasn't actually my doing.
Shabbat - chaos erupted as, on Friday night, Boston guy rubbed Aussie up the wrong way regarding sleeping with the door of their room open. New York, who is the third guy in their room, stayed out of it totally. Later, Boston declared his intentions towards Turkmenistan girl. Needless to say, during the week, it didn't end well, as Turkmenistan decided the 'relationship' wasn't really her thing, while Boston fought with himself internally as to whether or not he sould break his shomer negiya by holding her hand (in the end, he didn't even get the chance). Meanwhile, on motzei Shabbat, Boston declared his belief that I wanted to sleep with him, whereby I promptly corrected him, and he went crazy and ran off, huffily muttering to himself.
I was sitting there, by the miklat, with New York and Aussie, waiting for the others to return from Toranut, and I was very confused regarding what had just happened - after all, hadn't I only been honest/corrected him to the truth? But no. New York explained it like this:
Imagine a celebrity that you really, really like [Johnny Depp]. Now imagine that, one day you see Johnny Depp out and about, and you go up to talk to him, and you think you're in with a chance. Then Johnny Depp turns around and says to you, 'I will never ever sleep with you'. How would you feel?
He had a point, I wouldn't like that at all. But then again, Boston must know the difference between knowing something (for instance, that if I met Johnny Depp, he wouldn't actually go for me) and stating something (for instance the actual, verbal rejection). And also, how was I meant to know that??
Anyway, Boston later returned and stated he is entirely convinced that I'm secretly trying to sleep with him. I think he'll be waiting for that one for a while yet.
On Sunday, I took the day off and went to Jerusalem to meet up with Boston girl, who'd been there for Shabbat. We were there in the morning, then went to TLV int he afternoon, where Aussie came and met us, and we went to the beach for a few hours. Then we went to Mike's Place for a drink, and I had my old favourite, got crazily drunk because I'd forgotten to eat/the heat/the alcohol, and then suddenly I found myself in the airport, having a kosher Maccy D's - my first in a year! It was amazing!
When we got home, and I'd sobered up considerably, we met two newly-arrived mitnadvim - France guy, 26, and Aussie girl, 18, friend of Aussie guy.
Maybe it was that I just got used to the Australian accent, but her accent wasn't as initially arresting as Aussie guy's was. Nevertheless, she seemed ok to talk to, if a little talkative, but maybe I was just tired and coming down from my high.
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