What happens in Tel Aviv, stays in Tel Aviv....

A trip to Tel Aviv, chips (Israeli-style), a quick meltdown (Shayna-style), two whiskeys and three shots (universal-style), two hours of dancing (in a drunken stupor-style), and I am back in Jerusalem (miraculously minus the hangover-style).

22 feels the same as 21, only creakier.

Unfortunately, I only took two pictures last night (I'll post them tomorrow). Neither very good.

All is well (after 12 hours sleep).