You are not helpful, Rabbi Hecubus.

No really, it's considered very respectful.

I think I wore leather chaps and nothing else to the last bris I attended. Puts you in the right frame of mind.

From confetti.com, which covers all sorts of celebrations

If you’ve been invited to a bar/bat mitzvah or bat chayil, dress modestly for the synagogue service and cover your head if you’re a man or married woman. The dress code for the ensuing party will be stated on your invitation.

I think I wore leather chaps and nothing else to the last bris I attended.

dress modestly for the synagogue service

Well, bloody hell. "Modestly" is one of those qualifiers that gets a girl into real trouble sometimes, because (for instance), you might think that hot-pink off-the-shoulder minidress IS modest, compared to some of your wardrobe choices.

So, long black sleeveless dress -- bring a cardigan just in case?

What about footwear? What the hell is "modest"? Open-toe okay, strappy sandals no? Cover the whole foot? Wear hiking boots just to be sure?

Gah.

I think I wore leather chaps and nothing else to the last bris I attended.

Well, not everyone is as classy as you. I'm not sure I could pull such a wardrobe choice off. Maybe with a chainmail bra.

Teppy quit flipping out and just cover your arms and toes.

Was it your own?

No, it wasn't. Actually, the last circumcision I attended was Emmett's and there was no ceremony whatsoever (or chaps, to be honest). However, the doctor did proclaim the circ was "symmetrical and elegant."

Yay Billytea for having a good time and a good life! (And hey, I get to see him in two weeks!)

The craps table was kind to us (and it helps that DH knows the best odds and payouts

Hee! The unpublicized benefits of being married to an actuary?

I think I have a good chance of finally catching up with meara in an airport.

Heh. Any other month, yes, but June will be my trip around the world! I beat you all! Plus I'll probably have to go to England when I get back. And North Carolina again. And maybe some other places. Job is about to get CRAZY--from when I get back, until it's over (planned for November, but it may run over), no vacation allowed.

But I don't want to make a decision that big in the next few weeks is what I'm saying

Temp agency, Polter Cow. Temp agency.

he didn't want to come off as creepy!stalker!type, and he didn't know how the revelation that he'd already read all of your poetry site would come off

This is probably true. Plus, how many things on the site did he click to, in that time-before-you-mentioned-it? He might've gone there, said "huh, poetry, ok" and not actually like, read it until later.

Maybe they're planning on dancing between the tables?

Maybe they're planning to dance ON the tables!

Steph, bring a cardigan. It might be cold in the synagogue.

When the ob was going to circumcize Ben, she came by to see him, and me, in my room, first. I said something along the lines of, "Oh, I feel bad. It's so little." She was French, wee, and very funny. She whipped open his diaper as she asked, "Is it?" Then said, "Tch. Oh, no. He's well endowed."

I think I just sat there with my eyes agog, so she went on to explain that sometimes little boys are too small for circumcision when they're new.

Teppy quit flipping out and just cover your arms and toes.

You oppressor!

Oh, wait. I asked to be oppressed.

Carry on.

So, I need, rather desperately, to clean my house. Or at least, organize it--some stuff is just "put away all the clean clothes", and some is "vacuum, dust". But instead I'm thinking of going to bed early. The sleep would be good, since I wont' get much this weekend (Great Big Drag King Show!). But the cleaning, important. Not only do I need to be able to find things, smonster (and i think a friend of hers? Not sure if he's staying with me too...) will be here Saturday. Hmmmm.

Hmm. Though there is some crazy man outside shouting and screaming (like, every ten seconds or so, "AUUUUUUGGGGGH!!"). This might make sleeping unlikely. It's seriously annoying.