It’s just about sundown – the end of my first time really trying Yom Kippur – defiitely the end of my first time fasting on Yom Kippur.
G’mar hatimah tovah!
So did I do what other Jews do on Yom Kippur?
Go to synagogue, surround myself with other Jews who are holding together in our fasting?
I went to Chinatown.
And watched 7 other girls down delightful looking dim sum, honey sesame chicken, and other fantastic looking (and smelling!) dishes.
[I never said I was a good Jew! The running joke on my Birthright trip is that while I have a seriously Jewish last name, I'm pretty much the worst Jew ever...]
After dinner we went clubbing – starting at one bar and later migrating to another.
The decision was made that the girls wanted to move on to another suburb of Melbourne, but I stayed behind at the club we’d just gotten to.
Being as I’ve killed a lot of my shyness these last weeks living in Melbourne (which you have to when you move somewhere with no friends!), I found a couple girls in the bathroom, and ended up hanging with them for a portion of the night.
A little later, I started dancing with another girl. I’d been watching her, and felt protective of her – these two guys were hanging around, and she seemed a bit harassed.
She kept dancing with me and kind of pulling me off to the side – the girl signal for, “Save me! Let’s stay together and keep these guys at bay!”
Near the of the night I went to grab a water from the bar – and one of the guys walked up to me.
Smirking, he looks at me and says, “Boy – I’d just really love to kiss you right now.”
“Seriously, my girlfriend would be ok with it.”
“WHAT?! GIRLFRIEND? Who?”
He looks at me funny, “The girl you’ve been dancing with.”
The girl in question walks up.
“Are you dating this guy???”
“Yeah,” she smiles, “I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it, but you are so beautiful. Seriously – so beautiful. You are just stunning.”
I look at her uncertainly.
“I would love if you came home with us tonight. You should consider it.” She winks.
I was stunned.
Honestly – I don’t remember what I said after that, but I’ve never run out of a place so fast in my life!
Yom Kippur is the day of atonement – the day where you ask God to forgive your sins.
I figure at least I didn’t end up having any sins to ask forgiveness for!