Maybe there was a dinner invitation tonight i forgot about. I keep feeling there should have been something happening today but i don’t even have the energy to look in my diary. If you missed me at your table, I’m sorry. Really. But my days of bouncing around Tel Aviv on Thursday nights are past. Dinner at some friends, a little dessert on the beach, maybe a drink after at shesek… Not tonight Josephine. How did we ever spend our thursday nights from midnight to two cheering Sharon Moldavi at Roxannes? And how do people still do that kind of thing (of course in much smaller nightclubs now, but the principle remains the same). You’re going to have to look for other blogs to get the heartbeat of Tel Aviv. I’m just going to order a pizza and watch the stupid news.
You would think, wouldn’t you, that with all these exercises going on aiming to defray the rockets aimed at us from everywhere there would be at least a little talk about really large tennis rackets to bounce the bombs right back at the sender, wouldn’t you?
Nonsense? maybe, but the real news is not much better.
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