Not much into balls (‘cept m’own!).
Tomorrow’s 3rd Annual Jerusalem Winter Ball (yes that’s 4 adjectives modifying the word BALL) is kind of an ode to the staunchly non-integrated Anglo living (and whining, like more so than us) in Israel — these are people I and my fellow Zabajnikim here often turn our noses up at as they tend to be the ones who never learn Hebrew, never hang out with or date Israelis, and remain watered down transplanted Anglos for most of their lives. Call them “Americakim” if you want. Find them in Jerusalem. Lame. Jerusalame.
…And so that’s why I’m less than thrilled to oblige when solicited to join up this “Night of Dinner, Dancing, Drinks, and So Much More!” (more what, kosher?) This all from the www.jerusalemwinterball.com site they’ve devoted to the occasion (There’s a blog, people. Read all about the emergency meeting back in 2005 [“We were terrified”]).
My friends and I have been getting the hard sell lately from these people as the date approaches. Apparently it’s for charity, and apparently it’s the right thing to do, and apparently if they don’t sell enough tickets they’ll actually lose money. In that case, I assume, the children’s hospital or whatever they’re raising money for will just have to pony up the difference (kids: it’s called a part-time job).
So, sorry, but unless it’s to spike the parve non-dairy creamer with…dairy, I’m not gonna make it.