Last Night...

...Scott and I had vodka and XL.  I have decided I will not do this again--it was my first time ever drinking an energy drink, and felt just as unhealthy as I suspected it would, despite making the vodka taste like apple juice.  We hung out for a while in Maya and Lizzy's apartment, after ANNIHILATING Miki and Anna at Euchre:

In the first 15 minutes, Scott and I were down 9-2.  Then, slowly but surely, we came all the way back to win 10-9, after Miki and Anna kept telling everyone else there to just "wait a minute or two" because the game would "be over after this hand."  It was a pretty triumphant moment for us.  Every time we're down in a game like that, Scott tells me that "this comeback is gonna be so amazing, they're going to have to make a Disney movie out of it."

At about 1:30 or so I came home and meandered around for a bit before going to bed.  Today, I woke up late and went to Zvi's son's house for lunch.  Zvi is my great uncle--my mom's uncle--and every time he calls me he thinks that I have forgotten who he is.  When I got the message on my phone from him yesterday inviting me to lunch today, he said "Ittai, this is Zvi.  I am your great uncle. I am your mother's uncle.  I am married to your grandmother's sister.  I am your mom's mom's brother-in-law."  And then he repeats the entire message in English, in case I did not understand it in Hebrew.  Tom Sela also did this the other day when he left me a message, so I left Tom a message back in Spanish, English, and then Hebrew.

Lunch was spectacular.  It was nice to see parts of my very distant family (ie twice removed cousins), and to eat some legitimate food.  I then returned to Bat Yam and went for a run with Scott--he wanted to see if he could do 6k in the time I did 4k.  I beat him by about 2 minutes.  Then we worked out in the park near Eli Cohen 24 (previously known as Simon's/Scott's/Nathan's/BenJirik's/Aaron's/Ohad's apartment), and some random lady asked us in English "what are you in August?" (because neither of us had shirts on).  I responded in Hebrew that it wasn't cold for us here right now, because where we live in America it is much colder than this.  I hate it when people come up to me here and start speaking in English.  I guess something about us just screamed AMERICAN.

And now I am back home.  Tom and I made plans yesterday to hang out tonight, but he IS NOT PICKING UP HIS PHONE.  We'll see how this goes.