There’s a small town north of Dallas called Addison that had fireworks last night. Well, they had a limited version of their usual fireworks show because of a sudden rain that, strangely, pretty much everyone figured would hit. And just our luck, the rain directly coincided with the fireworks. After the fireworks, the rain stopped. Perfect. Since I had come straight from work and was still wearing my dress shirt (with undershirt) I took off the dress shirt to try to shield the rain for a couple friends and myself. It worked well enough but also meant I was left wearing slacks and a v-neck undershirt. For any of you that know me well enough, or those of you who have for some reason had the misfortune of seeing me without a shirt on, me in a v-neck is not a pretty sight. Chest hair abounds. I might as well have hung a bling Star of David around my neck and started swaggering around to the ladies saying, “Hey baby, you lookin’ sexy tonight, what you say we go hit club down street, eh?” This is what we call an “arse” in Israel.

After the rain we ended up in a crowded bar. I didn’t do much dancing because I wasn’t digging the music and most people were just hanging out. But when a couple good songs came on I had to break it down on the dance floor. Watch out people – wet, almost shirtless Jew gyrating to the beats.

Then, in total high school fashion, we went to IHOP at 1:30 am. I was in bed at 3. So have a happy fourth, be safe, and keep a spare shirt in the car.