Sunday, July 10, 2005


Today Jon and I got back from a small lake in Wisconsin. It was nice - we were able to come in direct contact with 'lake people' and enjoy some 'lake humor.' Unless you've experienced this people consumed by lake culture first hand, then you have no idea what I'm talking about.
Imagine rural Wisconsin. Now imagine people not from rural Wisconsin. Now stick those people who aren't from rural Wisconsin and put them in rural Wisconsin. You get a kind of wannabe Hamptons life style - a kind of stylish bleached blonde hair, the outdoor bar/marina, the uncountable hours under the sun in front of the summer house. It really is a scene taken straight out of Born Rich
or Laguna Beach (which by the way, you can now celebrate for the DVD is now on sale...)
We started our night off last night with a drinking competition.
This isn't one of those fun drinking games like beer pong or flip cup. This game is that one where you split into teams and see which team can finish a cube of beer the fastest. Of course, there was the big fat guy who could guzzle down 8 beers in 25 minutes. But then there was also the two or three of us (myself included) who could only finish about 3 drinks in 45 minutes. Either way, I was satisfied not being sick.
That was the beginning of the evening, the end was punctuated with us standing on one another's shoulders and changing the letters of a 100 ft sign that originally said "Great Margaritas
" on one side, and something else on the other side, to simply "Great Anal." It was some fun lake times.
And while all of this was going on, I pondered with Jon about the lake life in rural Wisconsin compared to where I'll be in a matter of hours. Instead of a small lake culture situated in the center of acres upon acres of land occupied by a couple hundred million semi-conscious people, I'm going to be stuck in the middle of a tiny country, inhabited by a few million stressed out, hyper-involved people whose biggest lake is known as a sea and is too salty and hot to consider entertainment.
Anyway, I leave tomorrow night at 2:00 am from Madison on my way to Chicago, and then meet my parents at 7:50am in Tel Aviv. As always, it will be a long, excrutiatingly monotonous 20 hours of traveling, followed by possibly one of my best years.


Anonymous Carol Feldperson said...

Good start - welcome home!

7/10/2005 01:55:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Who the fuck do you think you are..Gordis?

7/12/2005 09:57:00 AM  
Blogger Shmuls said...

Welcome home man, and if you need anything, just call!!

9/13/2005 09:57:00 AM  

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