POTPOURRI FOR $ 1,000, ALEX

I'm feeling both lazy and expansive this morning hence this omnibus post. Besides, I haven't made it on to Jeopardy yet so the post title makes me feel as if I have. We're all entitled to the odd delusion.

Last Friday, Dr. A and I went to the Jazz Shabat at Touro Synagogue. It was fun but damn was it long. I believe it's still going on as I write this. Liprap and her husband are in choir at Touro but they don't wear robes like your basic Protestant choral group. They did, however, do at least one vaguely Prot sounding number, which gave me a pain in the tucchus. 

The musical highlights of the evening were a set by Kermit Ruffins and the Barbecue Swingers and a tune from the Yiddish Theatre performed by Ben Schenck of the Panorama Brass Band. Panorama provided the core of the band, which meant that much of the music was Klezmerlicious. The non-musical highlight was running into an acquaintance we haven't seen for 10 years who is now a big muckety-muck on the Touro board. He was surprised to see us and asked how we happened to be there. I told him we knew Leigh and he asked where I knew her from. Blogging, I replied. He gave me that OMG, why aren't you in a bathrobe look and he fled us. Actually, he was running the event so he had to get back to it but I like the idea of bloggers striking fear into people. It makes me feel like a Gentile Golem...

We ran into Liprap at Jazz fest on Saturday. I guess she was furloughed from the choir while the program continued. I informed her that I'd outed her as a blogger and then told her about a remark I'd made to Dr. A at Touro. I looked around the room and leaned over and whispered in her ear: "I could pass but you can't with that nose. It's pure shiksa."

Speaking of Jazz Fest, the Fairgrounds was lousy with bloggerazzi. We ran into Dangerblond, Sophmom and B in the middle of Kim's shopping frenzy. Dangerblond asked me to kow-tow to her but I declined to do so. I don't want to feed that ego. We had serial run-ins with Ray Shea who had suspiciously clean shoes given the muck and mire that covered the ground. He's assured me that he got good and dirty later but ya never know. We also ran into HammHawk and greeted him with a loud "Dayam." He didn't blush as much this time when we quoted his fiiiine evaluation. I heard an alarming rumor that Mr. Wet had reverted to his misspent youth and was seen watching Jimmy Buffett and mangling the words to Why Don't We Get Drunk And Screw.  

At the end of the day we ran into a flock of bloggers: Maitri, Lisa Mulvey and the dread Loki without his much better half. I had a momentary lapse of reason (sounds Pink Floydish to me) and offered Loki a ride home. It's a pity that we have a hatchback because we couldn't put him in the trunk. It's okay I guess, he tends to play monkey to my organ grinder (no off-color remarks, please) and clap his cymbals and act goofy as all get out. 

Next time, I'll make it a true daily double, Alex.

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