begins at sundown tonight. I’m not Jewish, but my fiancee and in-laws
are, and hey — any holiday where you’re encouraged to drink is good in
my books!
(Purim is what happens when a big-shot Asian guy checks out the cute Jewish girl, something with which I am rather familiar.)
I might join Sass
and company at “Jamaoke” tonight (that’s kataoke, but with a live band
instead of recorded music). If I do, I’ll do my own version of the
Purim toasts: “Screw you, Haman! Rock on, Mordecai!”
I have no Purim pics, but here are a couple of shots from the St. Patrick’s Day beerfest with my Tucows co-workers:
“On a dark desert highway…”
From left to right: Me, one of those fanboys who pop up when they hear
me playing rock on ther accordion, and domain name guru Greg Frank
playing air guitar. Photo courtesy of my co-worker Kim.
Nuthin’ says “sexy” like a Guinness hat. Greg and I love these things. Photo courtesy of my co-worker Kim.
And last but not least, here’s a goofy Purim joke for those of you celebrating:
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Oh dear. I thought it was karaoke, but you sing in your jammies. You mean I shouldn't bring my fuzzy pink slippers?
I wonder if the band at the Red Lion knows Head Like A Hole...
-Sass