You would think that the only thing I really cared about, as Chris and I dashed out of the museum, was getting back to the hotel to smoke Cubans and drink wine, and you would be right. We beat the rush, and actually scored a table, from the left Nathaniel, me, Chris (before he turned green), Netha, and Jacob. Yes, my Shabbat afternoon in Jerusalem was spent sitting by the pool, drinking Bordeaux, smoking H. Upmann Cubans, talking with friends and watching all the cute Jewish girls by and in the pool. Life is... well, if you don't know by now...
