Things got messy as you can see in exhibit A:

After some minor verbal agreements to go the beach at 11am, it took until 2 to finally get there, which I guess is acceptable given the circumstances from the night before. I would have preferred to work on my base tan a little longer, but so is the horrible life of an OTZMAnik in Ashkelon, my white upper thighs will have to suffer this one.
It's Friday so that means Shabbat pot luck dinner (where you have your choice of 15 different salads and starches) but tonight I'll be sitting at a more exclusive table for dinner in the penthouse. Nothing else is on the dinner table for tonight except for the Yankee game (pun intended). As for tomorrow? Same old, same old, beach, chill, dinner, chill, Marina...

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