From Alex to Beyonce
Alex's big day was yesterday and he did great. Everybody enjoyed seeing one another and especially watching Alex be picture perfect in front of the congregation. The cantor had a beautiful voice. The rabbi only had moderate Mike Fever, but he can't help it, it's part of the job description.
The best part was when Alex got done and raised the ceremonial Kiddush cup over his head like he'd just won the Stanley Cup or an Oscar. What a great kid he is, though he's not a kid anymore, by definition.
Last night Mummy P. was tuckered out, so Plot and Duck went out by themselves in Stiletto City for the first time since...Jeez, a long time. They went to El Caserio, one of their favorite spots and the only Italian-Ecuadorian place they know, and ate lomo saltado (Ecuadorian) and fusilli with vodka, shrimp and capers (Italian), and both were as good as good gets. This is a great eating town.
This morning came a long telephone call from PD, 5H and Belly, from the heart of Washington DC which they report feels like Mardi Gras. Even Mischief is there. Right now they're standing in front of the Washington Monument where millions of people apparently are also standing, waiting for Bruce Springsteen and Beyonce and many other performances to begin. Tonight they get to stay at Cousin Deecie Neecie's house. Plotnik hopes President Elect Obama stops to pet Mischief. Who wouldn't?
posted by DAK @ 12:07 PM
3 Comments:
Holy cow - the NY Plots are in DC? Including the furry one? How very cool! (Actually, I hear it's dang cold.) It would be great to be there, but my aversion to massive crowds makes that impossible. That and the cold. And the 3000 miles.
Obama petting Mischief and then saying "Yes, this is the kind of dog we need!" sounds great.
Our friends John and Mary are in DC too, but no dog, alas. It must be wonderful and so exciting. How long was your ceremony and was there a party too?
Wow, attending the inauguration hoopla by virtue of association! Hmmm, actually, I personally know two people who are there: one of my teachers, Maureen the memoir teacher, and my friend Kerry and her signficant other, Kimo; they are actually going to the Inaugural Ball! But now I'm bummed that I can't take Olivia there.
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