In continuing to embrace the Jewish holidays and participate with me in my new, almost-Jewish life, Mom and Dad have apparently enterprised to create a Passover care-package for me, with all-things K for P (kosher for passover). Sweet. AND, Mom and Dad + Billy are coming to the first seder at Marcus’ parents’ house. I wouldn’t say I’m nervous, but I wouldn’t say I’m not. Honestly, the only phrase I can think to describe it is “free entertainment.”
But, given the fact that I live at The House, its pretty much time for me to determine what, specifically I will be eating during Passover. I’m not sure where that ranks on the scale of going to services (benign), trying to determine how to fold my first hamantaschen to achieve the desired shape (moderately challenging), and choosing outfits for the high holidays (nightmare), but I’m sure it will be apparent once I’ve made it to next Wednesday and have my selections.
Positives? Its not Spring Jam this year, and Marcus’ birthday falls right before. Negatives? Easter. And, my interfaith-embracing mother decided that I would just have to suck it up and admire the basket that the bunny brings me until the end of the holiday. Hah. I know right? I definitely have real problems.