"Big things poppin' and little things stoppin,
Ball on these suckas, shawty losin's not an option."
If you can't clearly make out what that nonsensical chorus in the rap song "Big Things Poppin' (Do it)" by rapper T.I. means then you must not know 'bout me, must not, must not know 'bout me. Wow, after reading this ridiculous rap analogy (is it an analogy?) I still have no idea why it's in the blog, buuuut there are large things happening....and small things stopping to happen...?
Sam, who last night stated that he hasn't made fun of me enough in his blog, just left for the U.S. of A. He had gotten to Israel a few weeks before me and left Israel a few weeks before I am set to jet. I don't know how he is going to survive his flight seeing as how we were out till 3:45 AM-ish last night and his alarm was set for 4:20 AM for his 8 AM flight. Aaand he is flying to Los Angeles to visit some friends, aaaand he has a flight to Philadelphia in 6 days from L.A.
If you haven't noticed from the blog, we have been together like Kobe and Shaq or Jordan and Pippen, except that we don't win championships, but that's the only difference. Because Sam's internship schedule was a "not going to my crappy internship" schedule, he was free to hang out quite literally whenever. So, now I will be flying a bit more solo, visiting museums, cities, nature, etc. now that my internship is finito, but I will also be traveling with Benji and others too.
In my last 19 days I still hope to see my family in Quasrin (in the Golan Heights), do another Jerusalem trip, check out some museums (I haven't been to any yet!), visit the Israel Philharmonic Orchestra (which is supposed to be really good b/c of the vast numbers of musician immigrants-mostly Russians), and much, much more! I'll also be updating the blog, which, by the way, I am really proud of keeping up with for this long (b/c I spend a lot of time on these posts even though it might not appear that way). So take that doubters...that means you Simon Cowell! [This image was used without permission, please don't sue me.]
Now, let me get to some blog content. For Sam's last night we went first to my bosses birthday party (Happy Birthday Noa!). It was another Tel Aviv rooftop party (not another one![sarcasm]) at the place of a friend of her's. Coming in from Ra'anana, Sam and I wanted to eat at the 14-Shekel restaurant where---guess what?! everything (except cheaper drinks) is 14 shekels. Aaaand the food is really really good. Unfortunately, because of time restrictions we met up with my buddy Brian and went to Noa's party.
Me and Noa on a rooftop, with Sam trying to sneak out of the picture in the back.
Me, Sam, and Julia, a coworker at Peres who is moving to Boston.
Welcome to the blog Sivan!
Brian and Sivan.
After the party, we went to the Namal (port), which used to be a decrepit piece of land until it was turned into a happening spot with bars, clubs, cafes, etc., to meet up with Holden, a friend of Sam's from back home Conch-aww-hawken (sp?), PA who had a night out on his Birthright trip. After a few drinks at the Namal we ended up at another bar where the Bartender took my camera and started taking pictures around the bar. I included her in my set of pictures b/c you can't just take my camera, take a picture of yourself, and not have it end up on the internet, especially if I don't know your name or the name of the bar I was in, or any idea of where the bar is (in Israel?).
Hey there, people we barely met at the bar.
Bartender.
We're heading for the exit.
What night would be complete without an uncomfortable closeup on Sam's face. (Thanks to Benji for this one).
Then it was really late and we took a 100 shekel cab ride home. The End.
Sam, who last night stated that he hasn't made fun of me enough in his blog, just left for the U.S. of A. He had gotten to Israel a few weeks before me and left Israel a few weeks before I am set to jet. I don't know how he is going to survive his flight seeing as how we were out till 3:45 AM-ish last night and his alarm was set for 4:20 AM for his 8 AM flight. Aaand he is flying to Los Angeles to visit some friends, aaaand he has a flight to Philadelphia in 6 days from L.A.
If you haven't noticed from the blog, we have been together like Kobe and Shaq or Jordan and Pippen, except that we don't win championships, but that's the only difference. Because Sam's internship schedule was a "not going to my crappy internship" schedule, he was free to hang out quite literally whenever. So, now I will be flying a bit more solo, visiting museums, cities, nature, etc. now that my internship is finito, but I will also be traveling with Benji and others too.
In my last 19 days I still hope to see my family in Quasrin (in the Golan Heights), do another Jerusalem trip, check out some museums (I haven't been to any yet!), visit the Israel Philharmonic Orchestra (which is supposed to be really good b/c of the vast numbers of musician immigrants-mostly Russians), and much, much more! I'll also be updating the blog, which, by the way, I am really proud of keeping up with for this long (b/c I spend a lot of time on these posts even though it might not appear that way). So take that doubters...that means you Simon Cowell! [This image was used without permission, please don't sue me.]
Now, let me get to some blog content. For Sam's last night we went first to my bosses birthday party (Happy Birthday Noa!). It was another Tel Aviv rooftop party (not another one![sarcasm]) at the place of a friend of her's. Coming in from Ra'anana, Sam and I wanted to eat at the 14-Shekel restaurant where---guess what?! everything (except cheaper drinks) is 14 shekels. Aaaand the food is really really good. Unfortunately, because of time restrictions we met up with my buddy Brian and went to Noa's party.
Me and Noa on a rooftop, with Sam trying to sneak out of the picture in the back.
Me, Sam, and Julia, a coworker at Peres who is moving to Boston.
Welcome to the blog Sivan!
Brian and Sivan.After the party, we went to the Namal (port), which used to be a decrepit piece of land until it was turned into a happening spot with bars, clubs, cafes, etc., to meet up with Holden, a friend of Sam's from back home Conch-aww-hawken (sp?), PA who had a night out on his Birthright trip. After a few drinks at the Namal we ended up at another bar where the Bartender took my camera and started taking pictures around the bar. I included her in my set of pictures b/c you can't just take my camera, take a picture of yourself, and not have it end up on the internet, especially if I don't know your name or the name of the bar I was in, or any idea of where the bar is (in Israel?).
Last drinks of the night with Benji and Sam.
Hey there, people we barely met at the bar.
Bartender.
We're heading for the exit.
What night would be complete without an uncomfortable closeup on Sam's face. (Thanks to Benji for this one).
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