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Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Who knew my wife was so influential?
On a good day my wife can sometimes bully me into taking out the trash or washing the dinner dishes after only two or three tries.
Yet after a couple of casual Shabbat morning conversations in our kitchen with Noa, suddenly people are married and moving off to far-away places!
Maybe my wife should go into politics, because clearly she has persuasive powers of which I am unaware!
Posted by David Bogner on November 22, 2005 | Permalink
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No surprise to any of your readers, Mr. Beekeeper.
Posted by: Jack | Nov 22, 2005 10:04:59 AM
Does your wife do overseas phone consultations? I would be all for getting married and moving to a far away place (as long as it's Israel!)...
Posted by: mcaryeh | Nov 22, 2005 11:44:21 AM
We could use a consult also....
Posted by: safranit | Nov 22, 2005 11:47:52 AM
Wonderful news about Noa!~While Jerusalem will be sad to lose her, Ra'anana will be honored. I hope this means I will finally get to meet you both?
Carol (in Ra'anana)
Posted by: Carol Feldman | Nov 22, 2005 12:40:08 PM
Let's hope your wife has some influence on my wife to convince her to make Aliyah. If your wife can not convince her I will have to resort to Plan B. Plan B is for Alan T. to come over our house with some Mojo.
Posted by: Mark | Nov 22, 2005 3:39:46 PM
I have to admit I was a bit suprised at the length of your post this morning. What gives?
Posted by: Jewish Blogmeister | Nov 22, 2005 4:01:37 PM
So YOU'RE to blame for the imminent loss of my 2nd Favourite Jerusalem Dog! Thanks for nothing, both of you- I'll have strong words to impart at their housewarming!!
Posted by: PP | Nov 22, 2005 4:27:56 PM
Oy! Why on earth would we want to wish political life on Zahava?
Posted by: Rahel | Nov 22, 2005 4:31:52 PM
Mark: I am not certain of your identity BUT if your wife is one of the women my husband escorted back to her dorm room after a college party (with Alan T) while he was both barefoot and so drunk that he couldn't find his way back, I assure you I will most definitely work on exerting my influence! It would be nothing short of amazing to have you guys closer! Maybe I will even ask David for the opportunity to guest post in order to list all the incredible benefits of living here.... First on the list is kissing those insane Day School tuitions goodbye!
If this is a different Mark -- identify yourself and I will see what I can do! LOL. :-)
Posted by: zahava | Nov 22, 2005 6:32:24 PM
Zahava: You have the right Mark. Rachel tried a sample of Mojo during her Penn days. We hope to be back in Israel this summer where you can use your influence & work some magic.
Posted by: Mark | Nov 22, 2005 8:17:14 PM
I have been married to Alan T for 10 years and never heard this story. Please dish.
Mark - since when are you going to Israel this summer? Does your wife know? We will be there too so if we make enough mojo perhaps we can convince yours and mine to make the move.
Posted by: Chedva | Nov 22, 2005 10:24:41 PM
I need to set a few things straight:
I have been married to Chedva for 10 years.
If, in fact, this alleged party took place in my apartment at Penn, does anyone really believe I would let a good friend wander around West Philadelphia barefoot with Mark's future wife?
Even if I did, who could prove it?
Posted by: Alan T | Nov 22, 2005 10:37:20 PM
Jack... Thanks for the vote of confidence. :-)
Mcaryeh... I was extraordinarily lucky to find someone who was truly willing to move to Israel (as opposed to just talk about it). If you're serious about it come here. Katamon is overflowing with eligable women.
Safranit... Come on over for a shabbat and let Zahava work her magic. Just pick the week.
Carol... I'm embarrassed that we haven't already met. I promise, the next time we are planning on passing anywhere near Ra'anana we will get in touch before hand so we can at least say hello over coffee. If you guys would like to see our neck of the woods some weekend that can be arranged too (bring your paints... the view is wonderful).
Mark... While plan B might actually get her on the plane, eventually she'll sober up and want to go home. Let's let Zahava work on her this summer, mmkay.
Jewish Blogmiester... Usually people complain that my posts are too long!
PP... I hope you don't think we wanted to have Noa and Bryan move further away do you??? I think Noa's right... we'll have to have another blog meet in Ra'anana!
Rahel... Or more correctly, why would we want to wish Zahava on Israeli politics? [ducks as cast iron skillet flies overhead]
Chedva... Since nobody seems prepared to 'fess up [looks pointedly at Alan], I guess I'll have to give you my version of the events (as I remember them):
I had gone to visit your husband at U of P for a couple of days while he was in Med school. A party was planned for one evening and we prepared a nice big batch of Mojo to supplement the keg and other refreshments. It was a very big hit.
Being free of the need to drive for a few days I imbibed, er, freely.
At some point in the evening a couple of girls at the party were planning to walk back to campus and I volunteered to walk with them because, well... let's face it... that part of Philadelphia is a tad seedy.
I walked the young ladies to the campus and remember dropping them off at their dorm before heading back out to rejoin the party.
Only one problem: I hadn't paid any attention to the route we took to the University campus, and I didn't even know the name of the street where the party was held (much less the house number).
OK, maybe one more problem: I realized at some point during the walk with the girls that it was very cold out (was it winter time?) and I had left my shoes at the party.
I have no idea how long I wandered around aimlessly taking random right and left turns through some of the dingiest streets, but after a while I started to hear music... loud music. I followed the sound until I saw an open window from which the music seemed to be coming. I climbed through the window and your husband handed me a cup of mojo as if I'd been standing there all evening. I'm not even sure if he knew I'd gone anywhere.
So that's the story. Nothing sinister. In fact one of the girls I escorted back to Campus turned out to be one of my future wife's very close friends. And as luck would have it, she is also your neighbor Mark's wife: Rachel.
Posted by: David | Nov 22, 2005 11:21:54 PM
Yeah...we knew
Posted by: Shmiel | Nov 23, 2005 1:42:02 AM
Ha, and I thought my guilt-inducing abilities were getting rusty! Please call next time you are near. Did I send you a notice I am having a show this month? I am, in Kfar Saba.
Best, Carol
Posted by: Carol Feldman | Nov 23, 2005 10:39:05 AM
This must be a pattern with you David. It's beginning to seem like you have a history of being drunk and walking around outside aimlessly without your shoes!
Posted by: Jaime | Nov 23, 2005 6:04:26 PM
What do they say? cold feet... warm heart?!!!! Nah, just young and stupid, I presume! ;)
But I, too, see a pattern...
Posted by: val | Nov 23, 2005 9:34:41 PM
I want to live in Israel. I read your blog and am sad that I am not living there. And then there are stories like what's come up in these comments that remind of how I have not been living at all, while you all had adventures in your 20s.
How does someone who is ill make aliyah?
Posted by: t | Nov 24, 2005 2:40:35 AM
Would be there in a heartbeat (even sooner) if not for parnassa and the lonleliness factor of being in Israel single...though I think Nachlaot or Tzfat is more my speed than Katamon...
Posted by: mcaryeh | Nov 27, 2005 6:23:15 AM
