Rites of Passage
And scotch
Yesterday was a big day. It was the Bar Mitzvah of Henrietta’s middle son, and the TND crew were among the friends and family who came to celebrate. It’s the first in-person Bar Mitzvah among our progeny — Hen’s oldest turned 13 during lockdown — and one of a handful of times we’ve gotten the gang together since the Great 2020 Nap Revival. It was amazing to see everybody and have the families together.
Naturally there was talk of napping. I met some friends of Hen’s I’d never met before — fans of TND (now I know how the Kennedys feel) — and spent a good bit of time talking with them and other members of Hen’s friends and family about napping, TND, life, the universe, and everything. Hen’s dad may or may not have snuck off at some point to grab a nap — I don’t remember for sure, as my memory starts to fade around the time of my fifth scotch, but I’m fairly sure we discussed the possibility.
And of course, I napped as my wife drove us all home, as is my wont. It was time well spent, not that drunken naps are the most effective — not sure if Hen, Rabbi Evan, or anyone else managed to squeeze one in (feel free to comment). The next Bar Mitzvah is for Evan’s oldest — he can look forward to being sung to screamed at by a group of respectable citizens who contribute to their communities and society at large his dad’s crazy friends.