This past week had a faint undertone of “What am I going to do for Shabbos?!” It was a little weird because I’ve always known things like that significantly before hand. I’m not a last minute planner to any extent. On Wednesday night, though, my apartment discussed it and decided that we would make dinner and stay here. There was a lunch for all summer-program people on Saturday afternoon, so we thought that it would be a good idea to go to that. In the next two days, in addition to going to class and doing homework, we started to put together a Friday night meal. We decided to invite some people who were going to be here and our guest list was looking to be about 6-9 people. On Friday afternoon, it started creeping up, ending up at 11 people that we had to fit at the 10 person table we had put together using our kitchen table, our neighbor’s table, and most of the collective chairs. After davening on Friday night at the Sephardic shul next to Hebrew U, we headed back to our apartment (of course 15 minutes later than we had invited people.) The following meal was crowded but so much fun! Somehow there was enough food between what we had made and what people brought to feed the 14 person party that we ended up being. The night was full of loud conversation and singing, basically everything Shabbat dinner should be. It’s truly amazing how doing something like that can be so rewarding. I finally really understand why my mom entertains all the time!
The next day, all three of us in my apartment woke up at noon, as the lunch was starting. Of course by the time we were all ready, the eating part was over. There’s always next week, though!
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