Wine gives us liberty while love takes it away. wine makes us princes while love makes us beggars... and I have to explain why I'd prefer a simple glass of australian shiraz?
Last night was the final night of the Jerusalem Wine Festival. After spending the day in clinic in Jerusalem, i was persuaded by my friends to stay well into the evening and let loose a little bit at the wine festival. Full disclosure here in that my tolerance to alcohol is ridiculously low. I'm not much of a drinker at all. I rarely drink and am usually the sober designated driver/walker in a circle of completely smashed friends. However, I do love red wine.
Less than a glass of wine will turn me into a tipsy, giggly, overly affectionate, head spun, full on tel avivi. I begin the first sip thinking that I'll wet my mind and find clever witticisms falling off my tongue. Half a glass later, I'm in awe of how comically incongruent I'm capable of sounding.
At around midnight, the bewitching hour, we decided to hop over to another one of my good friend's bash/impromptu nachlaot jam session in his cool rooftop flat near the mahane yehuda market. I loved it but it was fascinating to see the differance between my tel aviv friends who I came with and my jerusalem friends. It was so starkly obvious who was from where. The vibe was very laid back nachlaot. My tel aviv friends have a totally differant style and chic factor and the conversation in the car on the way back to tel aviv around 5am centered around character.
We talked about the character of cities and their inhabitants and who imbues who with which. This, of course, was done in between bites of tehina and hot sauce laden falafel and dripping shwarma from which I abstained so as to not dilute my delicious grape intoxication that evening. Some things remain constant in Israel regardless of the city you call home.
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