Baruch who? Aror who?

This is the first year we've actually celebrated Purim. While we did not get too drunk to differentiate between Mordechai and Haman (and there's an intriguing analysis of that mitzvah here), we did go to the PurimShpiel at our synagogue. Although I was slightly disappointed that this year did not feature rabbis cross-dressing, I enjoyed the improv troupe they had instead. Also free snacks. Afterwards, we went out for sushi with several friends, and our conversation devolved into "making beef stroganoff" as a euphemism for other activities.

This is probably why the rabbis who taught our Intro to Judaism class recommended Purim or Chanukah rather than the High Holy Days as one's first Jewish holiday. Oops.