So Passover was eh. The ceremony itself was kind of weak, as I had expected – Howard gave the exact same sermonette he did last year (we have to be humble enough to let people serve us), Preston’s sermonette was… strange, Joe’s was meh… Gabriel was excellent as I knew it would be. And then Billy gave the closing remarks (as we left, I gave Gabriel a hard elbow to the side and said “Didn’t see Billy on the speaking list, EH?!”).
After everyone else had left, Gabriel and I were chatting with Howard and two of his friends, Sue and Simone (sisters), and Howard offers me some whiskey.
“Sure,” I respond. Like I’m going to turn down whiskey.
“I have other things if you’d rather,” he says.
“Nope, I’m a whiskey girl,” I respond.
“Ooh, I like you.” He gets a glass and asks, “Ice?”
“Nope,” I answer. Don’t dilute my alcohol.
“You’re starting to scare me, Amara. …I like you even more now.”
So I sit back with my whiskey and listen to the four of them talk, occasionally interjecting with snark and sarcasm as is my wont. I’ve got my lil black dress on, some cute strappy heels, and I’m very happy with my hair for once. I feel more like myself than I have in many months.