posted Friday, 23 June 2006
Im not in the nevada desert. I didnt even get that lost. I just got on a couple of wrong trains, but I managed to get to were I wanted. I ended up catching the ride to boro park, catching the bus to williamsburg, catching the train to manhattan (dude! the willy metro card machines are in yiddish!) catching the train to flatbush, and missing my ride to jersey. And then missing another ride to jersey. The last ride I had wasnt gonna leave anytime before 2 am, so I had tons of time to kill. So I met up with some friends, and we spent some time hanging around flatbush. We're in shoprite and my friend points to a couple and says hey, you know yanki yanki rifki rifki" (for all those unfamiliar, on the wedding cd that made its way around, lipa sings yanki yanki rifki rifki, in a kevin lyttle song tune) "thats then over there" So I run to a shop rite cashier, borrow her pen, run over top the nearest cardboard box, rip off a corner, and corner them in the mouthewash aisle. Me : (slightly breathless) "excuse me are you yanki and rifki that lipa sings about?" Them: "uh- I think so." Me: "Awesome!Can I get you autograph?" After getting my autograph they give me theirs, and I run off all excited. Coincidentally, about 10 minutes later I bump into lipa himself in deli 52. Of course I make sure to get a pic with him. Even though the meeting was a total waste of time (and I mean total. Anything they said was mostly for the new counselors, and they could have sent it in a letter without making us all come to a meeting. Besides the head couselor and director werent even expecting me, since this was my 3rd year and I had nver shown up to any meeting in the past)at least I made up for it with an awesome autograph.