WONDERFUL NEWS!

So, I have known about this for a while, but didn't want to post it or make a big deal about it til it was final...

GREENE IS MOVING TO LA!

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, my best friend Jennifer Leigh Greene is officially moving to Los Angeles! She lined up an apartment to sublet for a few months while she looks for a job and a more permanent place to live, is shipping her car out and flying out here in the beginning of August, and TODAY she changed her facebook network from Houston to Los Angeles!

JenLeigh34: i like how as much as i told you about my plans to move, like actually agreeing to sublet an apt and applying for jobs, not until i change my FACEBOOK network did you really think it was happening lol

I am SO excited -- Greene and I have SO much fun together and I can't wait for all of our LA adventures to begin. I can't wait to shop, eat, drink, play, and do one other thing we seem to do quite often together... DANCE!

Music to Your Ears -- In More Ways Than One!

If you’re reading this and have ears, you can automatically tell the new feature that I’ve added to the blog – MUSIC! I’ve added a list of songs that I personally adore and hope you will enjoy listening to them as well :) I think it’s pretty cool – if you don’t like it, want to switch songs, or turn it off, just scroll down to the little player and do what you need to do. I saw this on someone else’s blog and Jacob magically found me the website so I could add it to my own personal blog, and I am very happy about it! Thank you Jake!

It’s only Monday and I’m already excited for Friday –Federation Movie Day! Apparently every summer, the Federation gives all its employees the day off from work and takes everyone to see a major summer blockbuster. I LOVE IT! Free Swedish Fish, a diet coke, and people dancing around singing Dancing Queen – the Jordan Silverman recipe for success. Nothing could make me happier.

So I had a pretty nice weekend. Friday night me and some special guest stars headed off for an evening at Air Conditioned, the club in Venice. It was mildly entertaining – I got drunk off $5 well drinks and Talya took pictures of me while I was peeing. Rest assured those will NOT be posted online. Saturday involved a delicious brunch at NY Bagel Co and then various beauty-related errands in the val, capped off by dinner at The Hungry Cat in Hollywood. I ate the most delicious shrimp ever – I can’t wait to go back.

Then yesterday I roused myself at the ungodly Sunday morning hour of 8:30, got dressed, and drove off to Oxnard to watch my dear friend Tali get married! I have known Tali since we were five years old – I can’t believe she is married now! The wedding was beautiful – the ceremony was held outdoors overlooking the beach, which is perfect for Tali and her husband William because they are totally beachy and outdoorsy. I wore my new FUCKING FABULOUS dress and cried when she walked down the aisle. The reception was very cute and again, very them – they had a reggae band! I’m not going to lie, reggae is hard to dance to and I’m fairly sure I looked stupid but I did have fun with my pals. The only bad part of the afternoon? I did NOT catch the bouquet. One crazy person I’d like to identify as MISS NATALIE QUINONES got a little too excited and smooshed me off to the side so she could catch it! Very upsetting.

Speaking of weddings, in a few minutes I am heading off to dinner with Miss Wendy Gordon, where I will admire her new engagement ring! We will be eating at what Ellana fondly refers to as the “punch me in the face sushi restaurant,” for the time that she promised I would not get food poisoning there, and if I did, I could punch her in the face.

Anyways, before I go, we have something of vast importance to discuss. While fucking around on the computer, I stumbled upon the American Idol website, and realized something – tryouts for the 8th season of American Idol begin THIS WEEK!

Should I try out!?

Let me be straight – in no way do I think that I will be crowned the season 8 winner. I like to sing, and I like to think I have a decent voice, but I harbor no illusions that I am the next Celine Dion. That being said, I REALLY WANT TO TRY OUT! I think it would be so fun, and I LOVE reality TV, and I would absolutely DIE if my audition ended up on TV… how hilarious would that be?

In short, I need to make a decision, and I need to make one FAST. If I decide to go ahead with this, I think I’ll fly to Phoenix and try out there NEXT FRIDAY!

I am welcoming any and all comments and suggestions. If you’ve never posted a comment here, NOW IS THE TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

4th of July -- Not a Holiday for Jews

So I recently returned from a long weekend spent in Newport at the beach house, and I have an announcement to make.

July 4th? Not a holiday for Jews. ESPECIALLY if you plan to celebrate in Newport Beach on Balboa Boulevard. I’ve never seen anything like it – thousands of people congregate on the beach and on beach house patios, drinking, screaming, and partying into the wee hours of the night. Extremely fun, yes, but also extremely overwhelming. I am fairly certain that they close the streets leading to the beach and you are not allowed in unless you are any combination of the following:
- blond
- tan
- not Jewish
- an alcoholic

Bailey and I discussed this while taking a dip in the ocean. (Some of you may know that I profess to hate the beach, as I abhor being dirty or sandy and I am scared of the ocean because I don’t like not seeing what I am stepping in. However, for some reason none of these things apply when I am in Newport. At first, I run back and forth on the sand screaming until I finally am persuaded to get INTO the water, but then you cannot get me out. I swim and dive into the waves fearlessly like a champ. Bailey calls me a mermaid.)

Anyway, there we were, shivering in the ocean like the pale brunettes we are, wearing our shiny black bathing suits, staring enviously at the tan blonde Abercrombie goys wearing skimpy scraps of fabric and romping about in the water, and discussing how clearly out of place we were, when we realized that July 4th is really not for Jewish people.

July 4th is about the three Bs -- barbequing, beer, and blowing shit up. And let’s be honest here – Jews don’t really do that. We burn the things we barbeque, we vomit if we drink too much beer, and we do not like the loud noises that come when you blow shit up. Am I wrong? Maybe that’s just us. Maybe it’s just the Silverman family (and by extension, the many Jews who flock to see us) who really have no business being there. In case you did not know, we are not blond or tan, nor do we have drinking problems (well, my mother does enjoy her Red Roosters a little too much, but that’s a whole other story).

So I guess I’ll look at it this way -- 4th of July is the one day a year that we Jews partake in these decidedly non-Jewy activities. I can get down with that.

All in all, the weekend was extremely fun – partiers included the Milgroms, the Fields, the Mayos, the Safenowitzes, Tina, Talya, and my friend David from work (who brought his wife and tiny baby). Unexpected Special Guest Stars included Darren, David Shapiro, Staypuft, Mike Barber, and Brandon Cohen. (Yes, I still can’t even believe it myself. Inquire within for more details on that.)

Hot dogs were grilled, punch was served, and Gary Silverman learned how to play both Beer Pong and Flip Cup. Rest assured, he was a champ at both. He also flexed some impressive muscle the THREE times our patio was infiltrated by extremely drunk individuals wanting to either a) hang out, b) drink our liquor, or c) use our bathroom. Very impressive Daddy. Nicely done.

Quote of the weekend from one Mr. Jeff Safenowitz:
Me: “You’re virgins who can’t drive.”
Jeff: “Hey! We can drive.”

Bahahaha. Anywho, I hope everyone had a super swell 4th of July weekend as well. I promise to try and blog more often so people will stop yelling at me. I am off to eat imitation creamed spinach and blowdry my hair. Happy Monday, yall!

A Tale of Rabbis, Las Vegas, and Potential Salmonella

So I spent the weekend in Vegas, with Julie, Greene, Liz and Varadi, and it was super fun. Along with the usual eating, gambling, shopping (I bought a new hot pink wallet and a SICK black cashmere sweater at Barneys, among other things), we also drank and danced QUITE a bit. Varadi had a hookup that got us VIP into Tryst (in the Wynn) and Tao (at the Venetian), so we cut every line and didn’t pay cover once. I also left with more than $200 of winnings, which, compared to my usual haul of ZERO POINT ZERO, is pretty freaking awesome.

What was not freaking awesome was the weather in Vegas, which I estimate to have been a breezy 158 degrees. Greene described it best – “I feel like wherever I go, there is a heater DIRECTLY ON ME.” We also met quite a few interesting chaps (I say chaps because they were indeed British and many an interesting snog was had by some… or most…) as well as two hilarious creatures named Matt and CJ who taught us THE BEST GAME. I can’t explain it online because it’s too complicated but the next time you see me, just ask and I’ll totally bust it out. It is almost as good as Lightening Round. See! You’re excited already.

Viva Las Vegas, ya’ll. I can’t wait to go back.

Yesterday was Mommy’s UN-stallation as president of Adat Ari El. Everyone was sad and making speeches about what a wonderful president she was, to which I say, too bad, so sad, you had her for two years, now she’s back to being mine and being available for lots more cuddles and sushi dinners. I continued my three-year long tradition of wearing a blue dress, if you’re interested, and Bailey dazzled the Adat crowd by appearing in what I think was a black tie gown to the floor. That one – either overdressing to the max or wearing jeans to four-star restaurants, I swear.

We were seated at table numero uno along with my BEST PAL Rabbi Moshe J. Rothblum, who I sweetly interrogated over dinner. This is what I learned: his favorite color is blue, he is lactose intolerant, he does not watch reality television, and he hates to fly. I adore him. Over dinner I also came up with the idea that I will host a small dinner party at my apartment for all my mom’s friends. I have lived there for almost a year and none of them have seen my place yet, so this way they will come and potentially even bring me presents. The ONLY caveat is this: I will have to provide food for everyone. And we all know I do not know how to cook. I hear a shrimp cocktail platter at Costco calling my name… (and YES, I did just mention shrimp in the same paragraph as the Rabbi.)

One more example of how I know the readers of this blog are insane and/or middle aged: at the Un-stallation, Bailey had a bit of a “situation”, and I was forced to go around asking all of my mom’s friends for a tampon. Every time we asked someone for one, they laughed in our faces. “No. Definitely not.” (Defer what you will from that). Fast forward forty five minutes – Bailey and I are enjoying our meal when one of my favorite ladies (who shall remain nameless – let’s call her… Lisa Marie) ran up and crouched next to me.

“Jordan,” said Lisa Marie. “When you asked me for a tampon, and I said I didn’t have one… I USUALLY do, I promise! Please don’t put this on your blog!”

Bailey hadn’t believed me about my devoted fan club of my mother’s friends, but this convinced her I had been serious. Ha.

Speaking of Bailey, while I’d love to stay and chat longer, unfortunately, I need to go call home and check to make sure she’s still alive. She started barfing at 10pm last night and basically hasn’t stopped. My mom thinks it’s a stomach bug, but I, being the brilliant scholar I am, pointed out that Brainiac Bailey ate a tomato salad for lunch yesterday. So it is potentially salmonella, which would SUCK, but also be HILARIOUS.

I’ll keep you posted. I’m laughing just thinking about it.

YAY, GAYS!

Today marked the first full day where gay and lesbian couples were finally able to marry their partners in California. Took long enough!

I really am so happy about this – I think I blogged about my feelings on this issue before. It literally blows my mind that in the year 2008, gay and lesbian couples are STILL being told that they cannot marry their loved one. I honestly do not see what business it is of anyone to tell someone else who they can or cannot love or marry. I especially like this quote from San Francisco Mayor Gavin Newsom:

“There are some who just can't get over the idea, the image even, of two men kissing," he said. "But for most Californians, I think, if they just pause and think about what gay marriage means to the people they know, they won't want to take it away. The people getting married are your teachers, your neighbors, your cousins. They are the bus drivers, waiters and waitresses and your doctors.”

It’s so true. I think that people who are anti-gay marriage never think about the actual people who this new ruling affects. I can only hope that this will lead to more equality for gays and lesbians all across the country. I am just so PROUD to be from California today!

OH MY GOD. BEST TIE IN EVER…

Speaking of gay marriage, I just returned from Elianna’s bridal shower. (Told you it was good.) Believe it or not, I have actually never been to a bridal shower before. My mom co-hosted it, and it was very nice, even considering the fact that Bailey and I were the only kids there. (Can I be a kid if I am a college graduate with a full time job?)

I really love Elianna, not just because I can truthfully claim “My Rabbi reads my blog”, but also because she is one of the nicest and most genuine people I have ever met. She, however, thinks my mom is one of the nicest and most genuine people she has ever met, and made a really beautiful speech thanking my mom, which made my mom cry and made me feel somewhat uncomfortably guilty about all the times I yell at my mom for being crazy.

Elianna is marrying Sara on my birthday (August 31 – SAVE THE DATE BITCHES. I WANT PRESENTS), and I am super excited about it. They both claim to be wearing wedding dresses – I don’t know what I would do if I wasn’t the only one wearing a wedding dress at my wedding. I would kick that person’s ass for stealing the attention away from me, I think.

Oh my god, ANOTHER amazing tie-in! Speaking of attention on me, I need to bring up an interesting phenomenon that has recently come to my attention. When I decided to create this blog, I had envisioned it as a fun little website where my friends and other folks around my age could fuck around, procrastinate, and read about my life instead of doing actual homework or other important things.

NEWSFLASH: This blog attracts the attention of more 50-year old women than I have ever imagined in my life. My mother proudly hands out the web address to everyone she knows – and she knows A LOT of middle-aged Jewish women. Tonight at the bridal shower, it was literally THE topic of conversation – I sat there shaking my head while all my mom’s friends talked about which post was their favorite! Don’t get me wrong – there is nothing wrong with them reading it, and I actually do appreciate it. (Shoutouts to the posse, including Loyal Reader #1 Janice “Blondie” Field and Newcomer Sharon “My Husband is Insanely Hot” Gersh.) It’s just that I have no idea WHY they read it – to learn my opinions on American Idol? To hear about my drunken escapades in various bars across the United States of America? For a firsthand account of exactly what I will do to Bailey should I ever catch her in my closet ever again?

I just don’t know. But ladies, enjoy the blog. I love having you here.

Anyways, due to the fact that I have become somewhat lazy about posting (I blame it on summer. I vow to be better in the future. AKA fall.), this might be my last post before I head off to VEGAS on Thursday!!! I am spending the weekend there with Julie and Greene and their friends from home Jennifer Varadi and Liz Melamed.

I am SO EXCITED – I haven’t been to Vegas since January. I can’t believe I let so many months go by between visits. I’ll just think of it as money saved… and I’ll do my best not to flush it down the toilet at the slot machines this weekend. I already begged Mommy to give me gambling money, and she begrudgingly agreed, so I plan to sit at the damn machine til my ass goes numb.

So it’s late, and I should go to bed. I stayed up late to post a new/funny post for all my fans out there :) love ya’ll! Going to bed now… gotta get some rest for the big weekend!

Ooh Ooh Baby

So I realize I have not blogged in a while. I have TWO excellent excuses: number one, Bailey came home last Thursday, and number two, I had a four day weekend where I was very busy dicking around and not doing anything of great importance. So I was very distracted. My apologies to all, and especially Bragman, who texted me in the middle of the night to complain about my lack of new postings. This is for you, Brag.

So let’s talk about those excuses. Bay is home! Mostly yay. Like 90% yay. It would have been 100% yay except for a screaming fight we had in the middle of the Topanga parking lot, where I actually opened the car door while it was moving and got OUT. But except for that 10 percent, we’ve had a lovely time playing and shopping and eating and doing the usual.

We saw the Sex and the City movie on Friday night with the Mayo ladies and Mommy. I LOVED IT. I loved every second of it – I laughed hysterically, cried hysterically, and drank a little sippy cup full of a Cosmopolitan from a flask that Mommy snuck into the movie theater. She is so funny!



Los Angeles is going through a Laker craze right now. I would like to say that I could not care less, but that’s not true. I hate the Lakers and I want the Celtics to win so that all those nights of my father screaming “F” at the top of his lungs at the television set will be worth something.

Speaking of my father, I have an excellent story! Last Friday at the Dodger game, after waiting 54 years and sitting through literally thousands of innings, Mr. Gary Silverman CAUGHT HIS VERY FIRST FLY BALL…

… and on Saturday afternoon, HE CAUGHT HIS SECOND.

GO DADDY! Can you BELIEVE IT?! TWO fly balls in less than 24 hours! That must be some sort of world record, I swear... He was so happy, it was so cute. He said that both times when he caught the ball, he stood up and bowed and blew kisses to Vin Scully up in the Dodger box!

It’s so nice that it’s already Wednesday night! Two more days of work and I get to have a weekend again! Plus, a week from tomorrow I am off to VEGAS for a weekend of shopping, tanning, and major drinking with some fabulous ladies from the great state of Texas. And speaking of weekends, if you’re around this weekend and feel like being Jew-y, drop by One Shabbat Morning at Adat Ari El on Saturday and hear me speak about my experiences on the March of the Living. Should be SUPER rewarding!

And now I saved the best for last – I just watched the Top Chef finale and STEPHANIE WON! I could not be happier – finally a female winner for my favorite show! Her food and menu looked wonderful and she really showed how talented she is. I am just SO GLAD Lisa didn’t win! More to come on that, I promise, after I re-watch. I am going to miss watching this show every Wednesday night (it IS my favorite!), but I know they’re already filming season five so it shouldn’t be too long before I get a WHOLE OTHER SEASON AGAIN!

A good end to the evening :) NIGHT YALL!

SEE MOM! I Still Update My Blog!

So, I just came back from the March of the Living reunion a few minutes ago, and it was SO good to see everyone! I miss my kids so much… it was so weird being together in Los Angeles and knowing that just a few weeks ago, we were on the other side of the world together.

We got the chance to talk a little bit about how the trip has changed us, and I was relieved to hear that everyone is still impacted – everyone thinks about it everyday. A ton of kids said the same thing that I feel – it’s so much easier to talk about it with someone who went on it with you. You don’t have to explain so much, you don’t have to search for words that aren’t there, because if they were there, they know, and they get it.

Also, I learned the most INCREDIBLE thing at the reunion! One of my kids (from my reflection group – only ten people, so I’m very close to all of them) made the life-changing decision when we got back from the trip to JOIN THE IDF. She is moving to Israel on August 5 and she will be joining the army shortly thereafter. I asked her what made her do it, and she reminded me how, on Yom Hazikaron, we met with a group of Americans who joined the Israeli army and she explained, “I thought, if they could do it, I could too.” I could not be ANY prouder.

In other news, today Barack Obama clinched the 2,118 delegates needed to become the Democratic Party nominee for President, but Hillary Clinton has yet to concede his victory or drop out of the race. Honestly, even though I voted for her, I am so ready for this nonsense to be over. I really and truly believe this is dividing the Democratic party, and I am so utterly frustrated because I feel like this is only giving the Republicans time to strengthen their campaign. If Obama won the delegates, then he should have the fucking nomination. As much as I admire Hillary, I can’t help but have a sour taste in my mouth for her dragging her feet and possibly causing our party irreparable damage. I guess we will see how this plays out over the next few days... who knows? Maybe she'll be his VP!

Before I go, I want to give a shout out to my little :) Tam, you’re the best and you always know exactly what to say to make me feel better! I love you so much!

Bailey comes home from Australia Thursday and I CANNOT FUCKING WAIT. I CANNOT. FUCKING. WAIT. We have NEVER been apart for this long and I am SO excited to see her. Thursday cannot get here fast enough!

Love and Marriage, Memphis Style

They did it! Anna and Erez got married! And we had a fabulous time celebrating...

I arrived in Memphis around noon and after meeting up with Julie in the airport, reunited with my Jacob, which made me ridiculous happy and not even a little bit irritated that Stacy’s flight was delayed and we had to wait. Over drinks in one of the airport’s eleven Starbucks, I entertained Julie and Jake by explaining my seatmates on the airplane – two identical obese twins wearing Hard Rock Café t-shirts who munched on Snickers bars for three and a half hours straight. After finally retrieving Stacy, Jake took us to our hotel, conveniently located RIGHT ON Beale Street (this would prove important later), and then whisked me off to tour Memphis and enjoy lunch with his Mom (who I finally met after five years of being Jacob’s best friend) and his sister Sophie, who I adore. Lunch was delish – my sandwich had creamed spinach ON IT (nope, never saw that before) – the only downside was he didn’t allow me to order a fried pickle. Guess I’m gonna have to do that the next time I’m in Memphis, which should be ASAP, since I refuse to be separated from Jacob for months at a time anymore.

He took me back to the hotel and I rejoined all the friends and we all got dressed up for the rehearsal dinner, which was at this place called EP’s Delta Kitchen. We enjoyed appetizers and cocktails on the roof of the restaurant, then headed downstairs for dinner and speeches. I of course felt the need to make a speech, even though I did not have one planned, so Jeremy and I got up there and talked for a little bit – representing the rest of the Arizona crew who did not have the balls to get onstage. We did say some nice things – I was slightly intoxicated but remembered wanting to convey my happiness that Erez had seamlessly fit into the group. Jeremy mentioned how originally he had not been pleased when Anna and I had set him and Erez up on a playdate, but now he appreciates it, because Erez is his friend too, not just Anna’s fiancé. You are welcome, Jeremy. Told you it would all work out.

Then we watched a slideshow that Susan put together, and then it was time to SHAKE IT! All of the Arizona people, Jacob’s Camp people, HUC people, and other random Jews blew it up on the dance floor. We danced and drank a LOT of wine at EP’s before Jacob collected everyone and moved us onto Beale, which was CRAZY. I LOVE the South. Every guy was hot and had a hot accent and was wearing some hot seersuckery/linen ensemble…mmm. After a little while at a bar called Silky’s (which Jacob says he goes to all the time) we dragged our drunk asses back to the hotel, conveniently located ten steps away, and passed out.

Saturday we woke up bright and unnecessarily early and headed out to explore Memphis in the HUNDRED DEGREE HEAT WITH HUNDRED PERCENT HUMIDITY. Literally I was melting like a tiny M&M. NOT CUTE. A bunch of us walked through downtown Memphis to grab some Memphis barbeque at Rendezvous – to be honest, we were not big fans, but I think that was probably because most of the group was from Texas and Texas and Tennessee have some sort of random barbeque rivalry. I dunno. My sausage plate was good. We ran around Beale for a while, eating ice cream, taking photos and doing touristy things like standing on top of the balls at the FedEx Forum (ok, maybe I was the only one who couldn’t stand on the ball and had to kneel), then came back to the hotel and gathered in the hospitality suite to eat cookies and play hangman with everyone – which was SO fun!

Then it was time to get ready for the wedding! We arrived downstairs looking GORGEOUS and started taking photos. (Several times over the weekend I felt it was necessary to explain our behavior to some of the other wedding guests, telling them, “This is what we do – we drink a lot and we take a lot of pictures.”) The bus arrived to take us to the temple and we hopped on – cue 25 minutes of us sweating profusely in the non-air conditioned bus and Jacob literally mopping sweat off his face like a grandpa with a handkerchief. When we finally got there, we quickly took our seats outside, started fanning ourselves with the fans Anna so generously provided for us, and THEN THE WEDDING STARTED!

It was beautiful. I didn’t think I was going to cry, but when Anna walked down the aisle, I needed Jacob’s handkerchief. I could NOT believe it was finally happening! She looked amazing, Erez looked snazzy in his suit, and in about 20 minutes, it was over and my very first friend was married! (SHOUT OUT 1409 – WE WON! FIRST MARRIAGE IN THE GROUP!)

The actual wedding was great – there were speeches, cake, and a ton of dancing, just the way we like it! Jacob and I tore up the dance floor and he only had to yell at me a few times for stepping on his toes. After the wedding, we took the bus back to the hotel, changed into flipflops, and headed back onto Beale Street, which was… quite different than the previous night, to say the least. I can’t really describe it, but Jacob had to hold my hand. We hung out at AC Pat O’s drinking and dancing (the band played Take Me Out to the Ballgame – wtf?) and then the Marrieds showed up! As we all walked back to the hotel, I said to Anna, “This is the happiest night of your life. You will remember this night forever. It is supposed to be incredibly special and memorable – and you’re ending it the way you always end it, walking home with your drunk friends trying to find food!” I think she and Erez got the hint – they left right after!

I wish I could say the night ended there, but it was 3:30am and we were damn hungry, so room service was ordered and some late night visitors – namely, Ziggy and Ben Berman (Anna’s camp friends) joined us in our room to eat, laugh, and talk… oh, and Ben took his shirt off and showed us how he can lactate. Yes, you read that right – at 4am in Memphis, Tennessee, I watched a 23 year old man squeeze milk out of his nipples.

After the lactation incident and the screaming that came with it, we only got a few hours of sleep. Sunday morning we headed off for the brunch and then sadly said our goodbyes :( I hate when we are all together and we have to say goodbye. Anyways, after the brunch everyone left… I had booked an evening flight so I could spend more time with Jake. He took me on a tour of his house, we hung out with Soph, and I met his daddy, before he decided to take me to lunch in MISSISSIPPI! Yes, I can now say I have been to Mississippi. Thanks Jake. Then we effed around downtown Memphis for a while, hung out at his apartment, and watched like six hours of Memphis Barbeque cooking shows on Food Network before he took me to the airport.

All in all a pretty fabulous weekend. I am never happier than on weekends when we are all together and I am always depressed the next few days thinking about how much I love and miss everyone… I love my friends so much. Anna and Erez, I am SO happy for you and I am SO glad you live in LA so I can see you whenever I want to! Enjoy Vegas you crazy kids :) and come home soon so we can play!

We Have A Winner!

I really do apologize to all my loyal readers out there for not blogging more regularly these days. Ever since I got back from the March, I have just been neglecting Don't Fuck With Fabulous and for that I apologize. Many people (ahem, all my mother’s friends) have been requesting a new update, so BAM! Here it is.

Last night David Cook won season 7 of American Idol. I honestly did not know who would win. I do think David Cook is more of a marketable and appealing performer than David Archuleta (who I TOTALLY ADORE, don’t get me wrong), but he didn’t do as good during the last performances as David Archuleta did. My mom was convinced that David A would win, claiming that “every little girl in America just sits by her phone pressing redial until her parents make her go to bed,” but I guess they must have all gotten grounded or something.




Anyways, I’m fairly happy that David Cook won. Now all he needs to do is release 100 million songs exactly like “Always Be My Baby” and then I’ll really love him. Until then, I am concerned about the health of one Mr. David Archuleta, who is probably getting beaten by his overbearing stage father right about now.

Also, I just want to say that the end of American Idol leaves a sad and empty hole in my heart. It is one of my three all-time favorite shows but beyond that, it really is a six month life commitment, and now that it’s over, I have a half a year to wait for it and I am not so pleased about that. I will miss hearing Ryan Seacrest say “THIS… is AMERICAN IDOL” on a regular basis.

In more important news, this week, the California Supreme Court overturned the ban on same-sex marriage, saying:

“Responsibility to care for and raise children does not depend upon the individual's sexual orientation… We therefore conclude that in view of the substance and significance of the fundamental constitutional right to form a family relationship, the California Constitution properly must be interpreted to guarantee this basic civil right to all Californians, whether gay or heterosexual, and to same-sex couples as well as to opposite-sex couples."

Um, the only thing I really have to say about that is FINALLY. It is completely mind-blowing to me that in the year 2008, gay people are still treated like second-class citizens and not given the same rights as the rest of us. My new outlook on life (since I came back from the March) basically goes like this: everyone in the world needs to mind their own business. And the same goes for all those diehard right-wing conservatives who have a problem with gay people getting married. If you don’t like it, don’t do it! Marry your high school sweetheart and live on your farm in Oklahoma and have lots of babies together and MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!

Anywho, tomorrow I head off to San Antonio to visit Jer for Memorial Day weekend. We’re gonna do some super fun things, like eat barbeque and buy The Marrieds a wedding present (because the wedding is NEXT WEEKEND. Holy F). I’ll probably be dragged to see the IMAX movie about the Alamo for like the fourth time. Also he got a new apartment so that will be cool to visit. I hope he has essentials like shampoo. And toilet paper. One can pray.

Greene Bean is here right now because she has a very important job interview in LA tomorrow, so everyone cross your fingers about that. I hope Greene moves here because a) I love her, and b) I will have someone to watch trashy reality TV with, and c) I will get to cross another person off the “Wants to Move to LA But Probably Never Will” list. You think I’m kidding, but I actually do have a list. So far, the only person who’s been crossed off it is Ross Cohen.

I’m rambling. Everyone enjoy your long weekends. I’m off to Texas, ya’ll!

March of the Living 2008 -- The Trip of a Lifetime

A week ago, I returned from the best trip of my life.

I could not have been luckier. The experience that I had on March of the Living 2008 is one that I truly will remember forever. I saw things that I have heard and read about for years, things that I never thought I would see, things that I will now never be able to forget. I met people, young and old, who, in the midst of what can only be described as hell on earth, showed me over and over again the good that is within every human being.

Six million Jews died in the Holocaust. Can you even imagine six million people? I can’t. I don’t think any of us could. But over the course of the two weeks, we weren’t asked to. Instead, we were encouraged to think “one by one.” One person. One family. One community. One town. One by one by one, six million Jews were wiped off the face of the earth. Innocent people, young and old, rich and poor, were murdered senselessly, simply because they were Jews.

“One by one.” This made sense to me. As I stood in each camp (four in all – Auschwitz, Birkenau, Majadanek, and Treblinka), I looked at photographs and I read diary entries and I imagined one person. One person, just like me. And then, when I thought I grasped that, when I thought I understood it, I imagined nother. And another, and another. And I have to say, when you are standing there, even though it is sixty years later, if you close your eyes, it is far too easy to imagine it happening to you.

I believe that the Holocaust is the type of thing where the more you know, the less you know. That might not make perfect sense, but that’s how I see it. Before I went on the trip, I thought I knew a fair amount about the Holocaust – I knew about the trains, the ghettos, the camps, the graves, the gas chambers. But when you actually stand in the middle of a room, facing a crematorium still filled with human ashes, you realize that you don’t really know. You simply can’t. It’s impossible for normal people, people who believe in good and evil and right and wrong, to ever truly grasp what happened during that time.

I want to stress that while it sounds like this trip was full of depressing, miserable stories, that wasn’t the case at all. Rather, I felt that everywhere I went, I walked tall and proud. I walked into concentration camps with 131 high school kids, 15 other staff members, and 8 Holocaust survivors – all Jewish. And what a sense of triumph it was to stand in Auschwitz with 10,000 other Jews from all over the world participating in the March, to know that we were doing this for the six million who couldn’t. It felt like everywhere we went, we were reminding the world that we were still here.

And that feeling continued and grew after we left Poland and traveled to Israel. I’ve been to Israel before, but this trip truly made me fall in love with it. For as much as I joked during the week we were there – I did inform everyone “I am now a Zionist!” – I can honestly say that I finally understood what it is that makes Israel so important and so special. The previous week, I had stood in places where Jews died simply because they were Jews. In Israel, I felt like I could put that all in the past – not forget it, just put it behind me – and relax in a country where almost everyone around me was Jewish, too. It was a feeling that filled me with peace and made me so much more aware of how important Israel is to the Jewish people. The night of Israel’s 60th anniversary, I danced in Rabin Square with thousands of other Jews. I sang Hatikvah – the hope, and I thought to myself, Am Yisrael Chai. The people of Israel live.

It may sound cliché, but I can honestly say that I have been changed forever. Already I can tell that I am different – I don’t believe there will ever be a day that will go by that I won’t think of the horrors I saw in Poland and the peace that I felt in Israel. The March of the Living was two weeks where I was not myself. I wasn’t Jordan Silverman. I was just a Jew, a Jew who was upholding her responsibility to see the horrors of the Holocaust firsthand, to imprint the images and places and stories in my memory.

When that time comes when someone says, “It didn’t happen,” I will be prepared. I will be the first to stand and say, “It did. It happened, and I was there. I saw it for myself.”

I will never, ever forget. I have six million reasons not to.