seagulls ate our sins, we walked tape-legged

HOWDY’DO!

Shana tova everybody! That means “happy new year” in Jew, by the way. To celebrate this new year I blew my shofar and ate brisket & homemade chicken soup (with a gigantic spoon) at my great uncle Paul’s house. It was good, but so good, I felt sick afterward. Laying on my back in the grass made it feel better, though. Other than that… apples and honey are yummy. Did I mention we like food? While reclining? With wine? Cheap wine?

We “threw our sins” into Lake Michigan today, which were then eaten by seagulls. I wonder if sins are hard to digest. HAAAA just kidding.

My Jew-friends and I, feeling “too clean” after throwing bread into a lake, then taped one of our legs (how do you say that? one of us’s legs?) together. OH SHENANIGANS.

In the morning we went to high holiday services at our temple, where our rabbi gave a really, really moving speech. Somehow, I had no clue that the synagogue we go to (which shares the building with a gay+lesbian temple) was the target of a hate-demonstration by the Westboro Baptist Church this summer. Eight of Fred Phelps‘ followers flew to Chicago (yes, eight people took a plane here to hate other people) and stood by our synagogue, apparently, with “God Hates Fags” signs and a disgusting amount of bigotry. But the awesome part is our congregants, and the neighboring Christian churches, and Muslim mosques, came out and sang folk songs and preached love in spite of the certain people who would spend time traveling to another state with signs that say “thank God for 9/11.” Yaaay love.