This post contains no politics, no philosphy, no reflections on life nor the afterlife, it's all about my friends and how I love them to death.
My friend Osnat, also known as Itka, is now my neighbor. She got into a gorgeous flat on Le Martin St, that actually has Corynthian columns holding up the ceiling. Yesterday a bunch of us came for dinner.
and were greeted with an incredible burgul and pomegranate seeds casserole.
Put a bunch of Tel-Avivians in a room together and there's always intrigue. Since downtown lover and I fell apart, there's been rumors that I've hooked up with Sari. We took a photo demonstrating this is not the case (Sari is dating a hip Jerusalemite at the moment).
Itka was looking wonderful, as did her dog Misha,
who was also on her best behaviour despite evidence to the contrary.
Dinner parties like this are not typical of this city. We think of homes as the haunt of Jerusalemites. So it was good to go out and meet Jerusalemites: Mustafa, Maya and Gom'e. We rolled in proper Tel-Avivian fashion from the Saloona to the Barzilay to the Champa, admiring the great outdoors as we did the Jaffoite indoors, but missing that burgul all along.