[Matzoball Memories] Boca is hot. NY is cold. But they made it work.
“Lots a matzo, matzo balls, matzo balls in my soup.” Come on you remember the song. Everybody used to sing it in Hebrew School. That’s why I thought that MatzoBall was a silly name for a Jewish dance party. I get the pun, you know “ball” as in party. But it would have made more sense if they held it over Passover. But I guess then all those orthodox people wouldn’t be able to drink any beer or whiskey.
Anyway I first heard about it last year and so I went to the one down in Boca Raton Florida. That’s where I met Lilian. At first she annoyed the hell out of me. She just kept on complaining about how cold it is up in New York and what a dangerous place it is to live and too overcrowded. How could I live there, she kept on asking me. She was from Boca herself.
The funny thing is, she felt the same way about me at first. She thought that I was just this typical obnoxious New Yorker who just liked to brag all the time about how great it is to live here. I guess what they say is true, that sometimes antagonism just masks sexual tension. I mean she was hot. Naturally dark skinned, long full legs and Angelina Jolie lips hot.
It turned into a long distance relationship. I stayed on down there for an extra week and she came up to New York for Passover to visit her brother who lives up in White Plains. We then traded trips over the summer. Nowadays with smart phones and Skype it’s really easy to keep in touch.
I’m going back down there for the MatzoBall again this year so that we can celebrate our first anniversary together. Maybe I won’t leave this time.