And now for something completely different...
I wound up at a Russian restaurant on Saturday night for my cousin's 40th birthday. My whole family was there including my cousin the Communist and his Protestant wife, and my cousin who is engaged to an Iraqi named Hussein.
For those who have never been to a Russian restaurant (meaning one that primarily caters to Eastern Europeans), you should go just to understand that there is a parallel universe that's hiding behind a non-descript door. I will not describe the excesses of food, libation, dress, and nicotine. If any of you recall the restaurant scenes from the movie "The Cook, the Thief, his Wife and her Lover", you get the gist.
As my wife and I keep kosher we could not partake, and so we sat back drinking vodka and Cokes for most of the night as we watched my family boogie to the melange of EuroPop, Italian Ballads, and Russian/Jewish standards.