Tonight, on Chanukah eve, we celebrated with our Chanukah tradition. We watched Fiddler on The Roof and ate Thai food. That shit is straight from the Torah. Chapter 11 page 436:
And G_D said, " Thai Food? Sure, why not?"
Maybe that is not exactly what it says in the Torah. I don't know. As I've said before , I didn't get a whole lot of formal religious book learnin'. I got my Judaism from the streets. Back alley games of high stakes dreidel and red yarmulkes proudly displaying my gang colors. I was a Bloodberg.
Love that movie, Fiddler On the Roof. My family knows that if there is ever a community theatre within driving distance of our house auditioning for the part of Tevye, I'm there. And I'm getting that part. The theatre calls.
And for those who know the movie, you might wonder; did I get all misty-eyed at the part where Tevye denies his daughter Chava because she has decided to take up with a Polish gentile (Lord knows we've all been there. The ol' Polish gentile trick.)? Well, crying is for women and babies. And I am a baby woman.
In closing, I am excited for Chanukah to start tomorrow. I will light the candles and read the prayers from the Chanukah book I have which was written for 1st graders. Then, the gambling will begin. I am gonna spin that dreidel so good. My wife and kids won't know what hit'em. My pockets will be filled with chocolatey gelt by 4 pm tomorrow. Don't cry, my little babies. You come to spin the dreidel with me, biatches, you best come correct.
The gentile could be Russian. I just know they went to Krakow. That is all.