Dateline: Tel Aviv
37:00 a.m.


My cousin and I sit on the couch, in various stages of undress. I am in middle of unpacking, showing her my new clothes, she is trying on the shirts I bought her in N.Y.

Pass me the green one, please.

Here. Oh, did I tell you what the asshole flight attendant said to me when we landed in Geneva?
No, what? Wait, gimmegimmegimme! I need that, pass it over.

39:00 a.m.

Hey, wanna read this node?

Which one, you just wrote another?
Yeah, My god, it's full of stars
She reads it, then looks outside.
My god, there's a huge ball of something that's incredibly bright outside!
That's the moon, honey.
Ah.

Silence.
Is there an IHOP open anywhere in Tel Aviv?
What's IHOP?
You know, oh yeah nevermind, this is Israel. Hey, what's that smell?

We get off the desk, find the dog buried snout deep in a cheesecake.

2:30 a.m.
GIVE ME KETCHUP! she says.

Bur you're eating cereal. You want ketchup for the cereal?
No, I'm making french fries too.
Ah.

I go get the ketchup.
What time is it?
I don't know, what does it mean when the big hand and little hand are pointing in the same direction?
It means Mars is entering its romantic cycle, your bull is in full strength, and Venus is on the rise.

4:16, going strong...

My head is wrapped in a steaming towel, she is aiming for ringlets. She suddenly drops the curling iron.
Damnit, that hurts! HEY, WHERE DID MY HAIR GO? IT'S ALL FRIZZLED! I'M BALD!WHERE IS IT?!? HELP ME LOOK!!

Mind if I check in the trash?
YES! I mean no!
OH MY GOD.
What?
My god, IT'S FULL OF SPRINKLES!

Methinks 'tis time for bed.

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