It is completely astounding that our friends Elke and Michael invited us, the doofus gentiles, to join them for Sabbath dinner again.
When they invited us to share in their celebration of Passover we were forced to seek home remedies for self-inflicted stab wounds.
When we recently invited them to share a meal with us K wore a t-shirt covered in baby vomit.
Despite our inability to perform well, we adore this couple and their children.
We are honored every time we are asked to be included in their family traditions.
So when they graciously asked us to come to their Sabbath dinner last Friday, we accepted.
Their Sabbath tradition includes singing a Sabbath song, lighting candles, saying prayers, sharing wine, touching the Challah and breaking bread together.
During the meal, everyone at the table talks about what they want to let go of or "lay down" for the week and what they want to "claim."
So there we were...
The candles were lit, the smoke of the flames curled gently upwards...
Elke, Michael and their children cupped their hands in front of their faces and their voices resonated with the prayer,
"Baruch atah Adonai Elohenu melech ha alom...."
At this exact moment, mid-prayer, The Mayor decided to participate.
HEY!Sometimes I imagine that when we finally leave their house after a visit, they close the door, look knowingly at each other and roll their eyes.
GIT YER HANDS OUTTA YER FACE!!
[repeat. many times.]
Want to have us over?