Just woke up (along with a sizable portion of the apartment's population) from a poorly placed and shortsightedly executed late afternoon-into-evening nap. Hopefully we'll be less disoriented in the next little bit, as the Hadag Nahash concert (hence the title) is in just a few hours.
In case you were wondering, there is, in fact, 60 shekels worth of moist-looking chicken from Mahane Yehuda sitting in our refrigerator right now. We're going to be making some form of dinner tomorrow night because we just love frying schnitzel (and, well, everything).
And due to a confluence of eye contact, seat placement and general lack of organization and clarity on behalf of the good folks of the Rothberg International School, I was briefly mistaken for a professor specializing (at least to a Rothbergian extent) in ethnic Middle Eastern foods today. It was interesting.
By the way, Adela, in the interest of avoiding the impending situation in which you know that I know you know but I don't know that you know I know you know---I know you know.
You were confused for Eliezer Shore... ridiculous!
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