Don’t wait for “next year in Jerusalem”, please join me NOW over at McSweeney’s in REDWOOD HALL!** It’s 1980. HURRY.
**”Hall” connotes the common area between all of the bedrooms upstairs in my Dad’s house. “Redwood” connotes luxurious burgundy carpeting. “Seder” connotes a baloney air-tent.
Thank you so much for those who tweeted the link and for your awesome responses. Happy Passover, Happy Easter, HAPPY PEASTER.
Nicely done.
Who knew baloney could be used in so many ways? And I absolutely didn’t know that Crazy Train and Love to Love You were part of the Seder ritual. Now the Kliban-cat wind tent is different. I’d heard about that.
Happy Peaster!
And to think our Seder was all about plagues and wine. I definitely took a wrong turn somewhere. Next year, it’s at Dad’s.
SO great.
Happy Peaster to you, too, girl!
XO
A.
This was such a funny article. And McSweeney’s! I am a little bit jealous.
GOD YOU ARE SUCH A BAD ASS. And you know it, too, don’t you? Yeah. You know it.
Oh, My. God. That was fabulous Ann! Yours sounds like the best Seder ever. Love the air tent, baloney and singing into the fan. Ha!
Great job,
xo
What exactly does Next year in Jerusalem mean? Because if it means people are leaving then why are they still here? What am I not understanding?
I, too, believe you are a bad ass. 🙂
Happy Peaster to you and yours.
Pearl
I couldn’t figure out how to comment there…maybe you can’t? Anyway – I loved the tent. And the part about you singing while everyone screamed – that reminded me of my daughter and her brothers. Hilarious.
Oh. My. God. I also sang “Tomorrow” at the top of my lungs in the house until I drove the rest of the family slowly insane.
This is great.