Tonight, we had a Sader (Passover) dinner (potluck) at my church. All in all, it was a great chance for the nice Jewish man to realize how ignorant we Gentiles are of his (and consequently our) rich heritage. But he was gracious and cracked jokes and really, what more can you ask for when you're watching a bunch of white suburbanites trying to sing Hebrew poetry.
Which leads me to my point for writing. As of tonight, added to my growing list of "must-haves" for the person I hope to marry is the ability to clap and sing in Hebrew. And if he can do that while wearing a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled, I will be wooed.