Hanging out

So last night, Eli and I were on our way to go hang out at an Ethiopian reggae bar when Danny called us and we went to meet him for a beer at a tiny bar opposite his place instead. (Yes, that's us outside the bar... and yes, I am cradling the poor beers that were about to get knocked over) We watched the end of a basketball match on the tv- in which the Maccabi Tel Aviv team lost and Danny was beside himself. Danny is a cool guy. He's the one who told Eli about this place. In addition to some random furniture he gave us , we're also getting his stove. He's of Argentinian background and he's an actor. He does a lot of theatre work and ads and stuff... he has this habbit which forever keeps me on my toes- of slipping into unsuspecting monologues all the time. I'm constantly shocked by things he says, until I realise he's actually acting... Eli tries to do it as well, but we can both always tell when Eli's doing it.

So we drank beer and ate fries. Then Eli and I walked home. Eli had work today at Azrieli so it was another early morning. I occupied myself... somehow. Right now, as I type this, Eli has called out "Sarah!!!" (It would be so much cooler if my name was Stella. And if Eli had the booming voice of Marlon Brando. And if this street had trams named Desire.) Anyway, this is my call to come to the window and wave to him hello. It's also an announcement to inform the whole neighbourhood that Eli has arrived home. It's become something of a daily ritual. It's quite funny. Okay, so I better go.