bad timing but good times

it's not entirely convenient to have a birthday less than a week before the bar exam, but it was a very happy one nonetheless.

i have fantastic friends. have i mentioned that? i have friends who vicariously search the world over for the hebrew version of my faaaaavorite book. i have friends who spend their precious free time making me a beautiful, creative gift from scratch. friends who send cards and make me mix tapes. i'm a lucky one.

and when you're lucky enough to have fantastic friends like i have, sometimes parties just sneak up on you.

the evening begins reasonably enough, with a beautiful dinner at what may be the best restaurant in philadelphia (though there are a few i haven't yet visited).

AMADA. you've probably already been there, because i'm always the last to know, but if you haven't.... go. go now. go tonight.
the restaurant is mysteriously expansive and beautiful, and even more vibrant inside than the constant celebratory buzz of the streets of olde city outside. the food: amazing. decadent.
should've ... sent.... a poet.
the 'drew and i ate for two hours and, despite ourselves, wanted to keep eating. i even ate pork, not knowing it was the unclean meat until it had already become the most delicious thing i've ever eaten.

the entire experience was lovely. thanks, A. you're the best. really.

and then the night got out of hand.

you know, sometimes you don't go to parties. sometimes parties come to you. they find you. they sense an occasion. they bring music and absurdly rich naked chocolate. they bring with them first impressions and introductions and the sharing of wine. before you know it, your living room is filled with friendship, both new and old.

before you know it, it's 2 am. and you have to get up and study soon. and you. are. drunk.

bad timing. but a really lovely time.

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