L’Chaim!

Wes and I had the pleasure of celebrating Rosh Hashanah with some very good friends last night and it was one of the most uproarious dinners I’ve ever personally attended. The reason? Embarrassing stories.

If blogging has taught me anything, it’s the value of an embarrassing story. It takes a special kind of courage to tell a story about yourself that’s so humiliating it sets an entire table to laughing, and it’s this same courage that enables bloggers to write posts and share pictures that aren’t flattering so much as they’re freaking hilarious.

And you know what? It’s totally worth it. I’d much rather make people laugh than pretend I’ve never fallen down a flight of stairs or danced drunk in an effort to convince someone I was totally fit to go clubbing (hint: I so wasn’t). Lucky for us, almost everyone at the table shared that mentality.

And even if I celebrated the Jewish New Year by making a fool of myself, at least we all rang in the new year with laughter. And some frigging amazing food. And transliterated Hebrew blessings I can never pronounce properly.

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