I am on break

The teacher at my school told us at 9 that she didn't need us until after the break, which ends at 10:15.

Naptime.

Sunday I woke up at about 10 and had a solid lunch with a good portion of my mother's family until 2 or so, then returned to Bat-Yam.  I tried to call some people up but nothing was really happening.  As I was taking a shower, Roie returned to the room with his cousin Yoni, and Roie and I proceeded to thoroughly clean up the apartment (even though, when I left on Thursday, its level of cleanliness had been reasonable).  Then I went with Scott and Simon and others to a place in Tel-Aviv called Mike's Place, which is kind of like an American sports bar.  Before we left, some people got some beers, but I'm sick of drinking cheap rat piss, so I got a Bacardi Breezer.  Scott, of course, made fun of me for this relentlessly--it only has one percent less alcohol by volume than the beer, though, and, while I may look less manly carrying around its dainty bottle, at least it tastes good.  You know what?  I shouldn't have to defend myself on this.  It's okay for a guy to get a Bacardi Breezer every once in a while instead of a beer.  Good day.

Anyway, we took the 18 bus into Tel-Aviv and walked down to the boardwalk...Simon and I realized that Mike's Place is an American sports bar, so we decided to go get dinner instead (something which neither of us had done).  He, Aaron, and I went to a nonchalant place for our "last supper," and then we went down to the beach.  Simon had bought a mini-handle of vodka before we left Bat-Yam, and consumed it all by himself, so he was pretty drunk by this time.  This became more obvious as we walked back to the bus stop to return to Bat-Yam while he stumbled behind us.  Then, on the bus, I was talking to Cari about her poetry, and she said she wrote a lot of songs.  Simon then proceeded to "whisper" (a drunken whisper for Simon is more of a normal conversation) to Ephy that he didn't believe she wrote songs.  Cari then acted slightly offended, so Simon spent the rest of the bus ride (probably about a half an hour) focusing intensely to type an apology text message to her.  In the end it wasn't completely coherent, but it's the thought that counts, right?

We went over to Tani's because there was supposed to be some big thing going on, but it ended up just being a bunch of people smoking a hookah in their apartment.  So we went back over to Eli Cohen 24 (previously known as Simon's/Nathan's/Scott's/BenJirik's/Aaron's/Ohad's apartment) and hung out for a little while--Adi came over and Nathan returned from his Rosh Hashana weekend, and I went home to sleep.

That is all.  I hope things are well with you, whoever you may be.  Happy Monday!