Mom, Dad + Billy came to the first Seder and the whole occasion was surprisingly uneventful. Besides the part where Billy told Marcus he would prefer not to wear a kippah and then David mandated that all men had to wear them. Billy, bless his heart, tried to choose the most discreet one and in the process chose one of the largest.
This evening, we went to the Simons (sans my family) and Marcus and I got to participate in the first-ever Passover Pageant (they called it a play, but I feel like Pageant has more panache).
At the beginning of the actual performance, I was laughing so hysterically that I was sobbing. Which probably was a good thing because I was supposed to be Yocheved giving up baby Moses. Thankfully this entire debaucle was caught on-tape. I have just hit a new all-time high.
Who knew that the seder without my family would be the more stressful one?