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So. Went to a Seder at Hillel the other night, since I couldn't go home for Passover this year. It sucked. I went to the mostly English "interactive" Seder instead of the traditional one. At least at the traditional one there would have been fewer people and they would've been more into it (most of the people at this one were talking all the time), even if the food would've still sucked. Not only did they have lettuce instead of parsley for the karpas, but they had no matzah ball soup or gefilte fish. Well, I can get my own gefilte fish.
Some of you may know about the modern practice of pouring a cup for water for "Miriam's Well" as well as a cup of wine for Elijah. You know your Seder sucks when one cup of mixed wine and water does duty for both. The girls sitting next to me - graduating seniors, all - cut out before that part of the Seder to go bar-hopping. They invited me to join them but I said my Jewish guilt would be even greater if I didn't stay.
Seders at home in Maryland are usually a lot of fun. There is good food and, usually, guests. This year my paternal grandparents went to our family Seder (which is not unusual) and my brother's girlfriend, who is Catholic, joined as well (that is unusual). My brother said she enjoyed it. I would've liked to be there: my parents are kind of uncomfortable with my brother's girlfriend, for reasons I won't go into, and I bet they wouldn't have thought she'd join them for the Seder or that she'd enjoy it if she did. Okay, maybe that's not such a great reason to want to have been there. But I'd like to have been there for all the usual reasons, too.
Oh, and another Passover-related thing that I found depressing - the other day, I went to a local market to shop, and decided I should pick up some kosher-for-Passover food while I was there. I asked one of the employees about it and he had no idea what I was talking about (this would never have happened in New York, or Maryland, or even northern Virginia). He was nice and tried his best, but really had no clue. I had to explain Passover to him. I talked to the manager after I went through the checkout. He said the market didn't stock Passover-specific food anyway: there wasn't enough demand. I said that's okay, but I would have preferred to have heard that from the employee I asked straightaway. I hope the manager didn't think I was a total jerk or something: I think the lack of knowledge about Passover at all really annoyed me out of proportion.
Anyway. Come Friday, I will be leaving here with Dad. I need to pack up most of my stuff before then. I hope I can fit it all in the car.
Some of you may know about the modern practice of pouring a cup for water for "Miriam's Well" as well as a cup of wine for Elijah. You know your Seder sucks when one cup of mixed wine and water does duty for both. The girls sitting next to me - graduating seniors, all - cut out before that part of the Seder to go bar-hopping. They invited me to join them but I said my Jewish guilt would be even greater if I didn't stay.
Seders at home in Maryland are usually a lot of fun. There is good food and, usually, guests. This year my paternal grandparents went to our family Seder (which is not unusual) and my brother's girlfriend, who is Catholic, joined as well (that is unusual). My brother said she enjoyed it. I would've liked to be there: my parents are kind of uncomfortable with my brother's girlfriend, for reasons I won't go into, and I bet they wouldn't have thought she'd join them for the Seder or that she'd enjoy it if she did. Okay, maybe that's not such a great reason to want to have been there. But I'd like to have been there for all the usual reasons, too.
Oh, and another Passover-related thing that I found depressing - the other day, I went to a local market to shop, and decided I should pick up some kosher-for-Passover food while I was there. I asked one of the employees about it and he had no idea what I was talking about (this would never have happened in New York, or Maryland, or even northern Virginia). He was nice and tried his best, but really had no clue. I had to explain Passover to him. I talked to the manager after I went through the checkout. He said the market didn't stock Passover-specific food anyway: there wasn't enough demand. I said that's okay, but I would have preferred to have heard that from the employee I asked straightaway. I hope the manager didn't think I was a total jerk or something: I think the lack of knowledge about Passover at all really annoyed me out of proportion.
Anyway. Come Friday, I will be leaving here with Dad. I need to pack up most of my stuff before then. I hope I can fit it all in the car.