Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Anyway, something happened there that continues to haunt me my entire life. Haunt is the perfect word, because this is, if indirectly, a Halloween story. No, this is not a ghost story, it's a genesis of my neurosis story.
To this day, I can't dress up for Halloween.
Like, the anxiety of having to wear a costume is enough to make me turn off all the lights in my house and pretend I'm not home. It's so bad, I've been known to not show up to parties where such things are required.
So, here's what happened in Kansas City, Missouransas. There was a costume party at our synagogue, in addition to the regular Friday night service. It wasn't a Halloween party, it was a Purim party.
Now, with out getting into too much detail, Purim is a Jewish holiday...ugh, hang on, let me google this so I get it right and don't spread ignorance throughout the Internet....
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