I can happily announce that New York's greatest pickpocket failed in his attempt to keep me from leaving NYC. I successfully made it to San Francisco on Monday! Who knew that taking off my clothes in public would open so many doors. God bless the TSA!
I was able to celebrate the eighth miraculous night of Hanukkah in style-- Chabad style-- in Union Square. Mein Rebbe is such a flamer! But not nearly as much as little miss JHC. San Franciscans certainly know how to light up a pole . . . in more ways than one. . . If you thought a menorah with three flights of stairs is big check out the Giant Sequoia sacrificed to honor the birth of the baby Jesus. Tree envy anyone?
*insert labia menorah joke*
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