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You wanna know what's funny?  That it IS possible to have inside jokes about Passover.  Every year we go to the Adler's or they come here and we make our lurvely seder.  There are some traditions we keep, like  doing the "kadesh, orchast" song thingy (with hand motions), reading Rabbi Gamliel in a whiney first grader's voice and singing the Four Questions in a similar fashion (that's just Jeremy and me, though...we're the youngest children).  Cyril enjoyed making fun of the texts we read before/after eating.  He was the reason we skipped most of the longest part of the seder before eating.  His excuse: "That's why it's called Passover" (in his South African accent).

The entire seder lasted till about midnight...we got there just before seven.  Tonight's will be at our house.  Because Bri is in Israel and he usually leads it I guess we're going to force our guests to do the leading. 

*sings Let's get Mesolithic*

I don't have much else to say.  This is all pretty boring but that's my life, boring.

Adri