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[theyellowhobbit]

I spent Shabbat at kressel's. I got in at around midnight, and her husband got in at around 1, and I had a very late dinner of pizza. He and I have very different beliefs about evolution. I, for one, believe in the earth being billions of years old, humans and apes being descended from a common ancestor, etc. He doesn't, and brought an alternate reading of the story of the Tower of Babel- some humans were punished by being turned into monkeys. Very interesting, even if I still believe my modern science.

On Friday kressel did a lot of cooking, and I tried to help with dishes and stuff, though in general she didn't want me helping. I also had to make a billion phone calls to set up food for Sunday Night Learning. Which I managed to do. Go me! We're having bagels.

We had time in the afternoon to go shopping, and kressel and I both ended up buying shabbas robes. http://www.challahandhats.com/mar_22_001.jpg is what a shabbas robe would look like. Not something I could wear at Penn, but for when I'm in Providence or other frum areas. It was uber on sale, 51$. Usually these things are like 100$! It needs to be hemmed. Oh, and by the way, I'm a small! Yes, a small. Not a medium, and not a large, but a small. :)

Shabbat itself was rather quiet. The kids were pretty well behaved, and at the end I gave them each a lolipop that I had picked up at the candy store [and I had bought myself 2$ worth of chocolate macabees [which ended up being 24 of them! I should have gotten 3$ worth! They're so cheap and so chocolatey!]]

Raphi and Dassi weren't planning to leave Monsey until Sunday afternoon, so I left tonight, took a bus to Penn station, a train from Penn Station to Trenton, and then another train from Trenton to Philly. Which was alright except that I had a 1.5 hour delay in Trenton between trains, and when I got back I called 898-ride to get home from 30th street, and they never came! And then all the cabs were gone. I was waiting a good 50 minutes, and had called in the middle. So I was huddled in a hobbity ball on the floor of the train station, crying because I was tired and hungry and I wanted to go home and I really needed a hug. But it wasn't like I could go up to a random stranger in the station and ask for a hug. Even coming from a cute little hobbit, it's still sketchy.

I ended up calling Mikey, who came and got me and we walked back and I was a Hobbitsicle. I owe him the soul of my firstborn Hobbit, and meal invites to every single meal I make that is not all-girls and is happening when he's around for Shabbat. Bli neder.

I still haven't eaten beyond 1 chocolate which I could have had at the station, and I got back an hour ago and I'm still online.

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[kressel.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry you had such a bad ride home, but if you hadn't left when you did, you'd probably miss your Monday classes.

Just in case ilana_frombklyn reads this and thinks I made a slave of her, the reason was that she happened to have come on the week that we were hosting a melaveh malkah, so I had to get the house clean FAST. Normally, our Shabbosim are just as quiet as this one, though.