So I think all the wedding festivity is coming to an end with todays saturday lunch. Thus, I will desribe the events of the last week in some detail. My family on my mother's side is Moroccan. My mother is of a family of 9, 7 sisters and 2 brothers. Being israeli and moroccan, belonging to such a huge family, has made them very loud. When they are all together, you have a lot of very loud sisters. And that is okay, mainly because they seem to be a model of efficency in the kitchen, providing us (my brother, sister, and cousins) with a constent supply of meatballs, peppers, humus, babaganoosh, musaka, shipudim, salatim, and various other israeli/moroccan foods. I have been eating for the past week, it has been great.

I really can't describe all the events of the wedding yet, I haven't really slept in the past few days and well, I'm fucked up right now. So I will try later. Anyway don't forget to bring a towel.* You guys wanna get high?*