For the last Shabbat before Jon begins school and Rina chooses between her two schools (we hope), we decided to finally have some company. Actually, Rina's friend Tobi decided we would have company, but it worked out well. Seven girls with whom Rina attended Midreshet HaRova seven years ago came over to christen our shiny blue tablecloth and have dinner, and we had a great time. An odd note about those in attendance - it was a bit of a British Empire party; there were representatives from England, Australia, Scotland, South Africa, the Colonies/U.S., and of course Canada. The accents were terrifically entertaining.
After shul on Saturday we decided to take a walk instead of heading directly home, and en route passed a large crowd lined up outside a home. It turned out to be a recently renovated building which was part of a walking tour of historical homes in the area. The residents had hired an Israeli architect to redesign their house's interior, and had turned it into a functional piece of art that utilized intertwining stairways, balconies, skylights, custom windows, and modern fixtures and furniture throughout. We can't imagine owning, or even renting, something like this, but it was fun to see how the ridiculously rich and ridiculous live. The entire experience was a very nice and engaging surprise.
For our post-Shabbat entertainment, we went to a movie, an experience far more exciting than it sounds. It was my first time experiencing an Israeli film in theaters (it was called "Noodle", and was a heartwarming comedy/drama about an Israeli stewardess who gets stuck with a Chinese child when her cleaning lady is deported, and we highly recommend it) as well as the mandatory "intermission". I phrase it that way because there was no segue into the break, no sign, no gradual brightening of the lights, just a CLUNK, a stoppage of the film, and sudden daylight. Also exciting was getting to eat movie theater popcorn for the first time in a dozen years. Next time we'll drown it in butter.
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It takes serious extravagance to devote that much $ to designing the interior of the house - I imagine most people would only see the outside.
Then again, when I was much younger and Star Trek was good, I used to dream of growing up to own a house where each room was modeled after a different part of the Enterprise.
As for movies and such, I recently saw Urinetown, a musical play. It was awesome but as expected, the line for the bathroom at intermission was insane.
I (Jon) LOVE Urinetown! I saw it several times whilst unemployed a few summers ago, and loved it (as should have been made clear by the capitalized word earlier). The metafiction, the suspense, the toilet humour... awesome-tastic.
On to more upsetting comments - while I admire your bravery for publicly facing your Trekkie past, I cannot help but cringe at your dream home. Everything grey, and everyone wearing unitards - that isn't a dream, it's some hellish punishment for America's Next Top Model executives. And what would the different rooms really be? All of the rooms on that show were essentially the same, just with different dimensions.
"Here we have our holodeck room, which is a large grey cube. Next up is the Bridge room, which is an oval, and grey. Ah, at last we come to the sick bay room, which is our largest suite. Also grey. On your way out don't forget to peek in at Engineering, a grey room with a tube in it!"
you guys are both whacked.
Daniel, you're whacked because you want your house to look like the Star Trek Enterprise; Parker, you're whacked cause you KNOW all the details about the Enterprise.
You're both dorks, but yes, Urintown was fabululoso! When I saw it, the narrator reminded me of Leslie Nielson.
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