Jarents

My parents --or "Jarents" as I like to call them (for my Christian readers, that's "Jew parents")-- came to visit last week. My mom said I looked "lucious". At first I thought, She thinks I'm fat.. but then I realized, No, she thinks I'm smart. It's funny because I haven't really done much of anything since I've been here. I mean, I'm here to represent Tel Aviv and all, but let's face it, for American 20-somethings with "trust funds" (not me, but I do have a $$$father$$$) and "internships" it's just a vacation spot. I've spent more time on my computer than I have scratching my nose. I've read about as much as one book *including the neon falafel sign outside my window (great when drunk). BUT that is not to say I haven't had many outstanding memories here. Take for example, when I got fired from my first job as a hostess in a trendy Tel Aviv restaurant, that was certainly memorable. Oh, and I musn't forget the time the landlady stole 1,000 shekels from me.