Take a bunch of people that otherwise didn't lose anything in the same place, and put them all together. What do you get? Last Friday nights' meal. You know, the type that makes me regret the little body language I do know...
Let's just take a look. The couple that sits nearest to me, hmm. Well, she's trying to tell him in a nice way -and without anybody noticing- that he has something in his hair. Too bad; I caught that. Later on they filled in for each other when the host asked them to say a story. It was cute.
The next couple is distant family of the host, and they're what seems to be a little uncomfortable (like me, for that matter). Shifting hands from on the lap to on the table to playing with the napkin rings back to on the table. A piece of Challah every five minutes also helps alleviate tension, at least for the eater.
Then there's me. I don't know where I fit into this picture. I help with the singing. I clean up a little. I observe. And I absorb what I see. When I walk back to my place I try to figure out if this was a memory worth creating. Retrospectively I guess it's always worth it.
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