The checkpoint was really not an important part of my day at all---I passed through it with my uncle this evening on the way to visit my cousin Aviel, who is studying at Yeshivat Har Etzion in the Gush Etzion block in the West Bank. I just thought it might be nice to mention checkpoints in the title to add an aura of ironic juxtaposition (and, consequently, a conjunction).
Anyway, this morning I walked around Bet Shemesh a bit and then ate the last one and a half of the, yes, three turkey sandwiches that my father insisted I take with me on the airplane. (I don't think it spoiled; so far so good, anyhow.)
And this evening, after some deliciously oily fresh falafel, my cousin Deena and I eventually spent time at a wedding to which we may or may not have been invited. Colloquially, some might say we "crashed" the wedding, though that sounds quite a bit more violent than what we actually did.
Later in the evening, we perhaps discovered that there is a new law in Israel that prohibits stores from selling alcohol after 11 p.m. We also perhaps discovered that such a law can be overridden if the alcohol is consumed within the establishment or makolet, as the case may be.
On a separate note, I found out that last night there was a Maccabeats concert in Jerusalem. I heard about it too late to actually attend, but I hope that all those who went, as well as anyone who clicked that first hyperlink, enjoy reliving that Chanukah delight as it's on constant replay in their heads over the next few days.
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