First born feckers, fishballs and friends

We maybe should have been daunted - two pagans and an undecided, barging in on a ceremony that goes back through the mists of time. Knowing Debi and her family, as I do, it was silly to think that we wouldn't be welcomed with open arms into their wonderful community.
With the feckers looking like two rejects from the Blues brothers....

..we set about girding our loins for the three hour service (yes, that's what I said) that would take FB into manhood.
FB was a testament to the strength of character that runs through his family. Coming down with measles a few days before his big day led to a very sick child walking into the synagogue but a real man walking out. There were tears all round.
The service was a bit like watching a play performed in a foreign language but there were people on hand to explain what was going on and they do at least feed you afterwards (mmm, fishballs, yummy).
There was also dancing, and drinking, and eating, lots of eating and more dancing- long into the night.....


FB's Bar Mitzvah was significant on so many levels - proving that there is nothing stronger than the love of family and friends.

These two friends are for life, proving once again the power of the internet and the possibility of finding a soul sister halfway across the country.