A Dream of a nice Jewish girl, shared for the benefit of my dear pb but not for j

[plural]

I was
with bicycle
in hand fitting
it onto the rack
of a sea blue
Porsche boxter
my brother assists me
a vibrant green voyager
is parked behind the Porsche
somehow I am responsible
for getting both vehicles
downtown

my brother and I discuss
this and he
offers to help
at the last minute
he decides
he doesn't wish to
deal with traffic
and will just ride his
bicycle downtown
on his own
leaving me
with quite a
dilemma

the dream fades out
and back

and I am in
a mcdonalds
with my brother
and my nephew
my brother offers me fries
they are of the steak cut variety
I accept a few and munch away
at which point it hits me

what the hell
is my brother
doing eating
in a mcdonalds

for those who don't know
my brother is a very orthodox Jew
and would never even stop
in a mcdonalds to get a drink
for fear that he might give
someone else the impression
that it is kosher
and that they make the mistake of
eating traife (not-kosher) food
because of that

then I notice
the mcdonalds
is full of black hat wearing
orthodox Jews

at this point
I must inquire
and am informed
that the mcdonalds
is owned by a Jew
and is certified kosher

if wonders will never cease
among these
black hatters
a young woman
of surpassing beauty
with braids in her hair
not little girl braids
more like flower-child braids
honey blonde hair
and blue-grey eyes like the rain

we speak briefly
and blissfully

my brother introduces
me to several of the
other men around
including her brother
whom she is sitting next to.
her brother does me
the kindness of a formal
introduction.

a weird note
perhaps I was struck by her
beauty, but I could not
remember a thing
we had talked about
upon meeting her
when we were re-introduced

his family
extended as most
very orthodox families are
had an entire corner area
of the restaurant (as much as I hate to call it so)
divided off for themselves
with wives, husbands and babes

I spent some time
talking with her
and her brother
mostly to be polite
it was her I was fascinated with
when I felt
this strange
magnetism
slowly but surely
pulling me towards her
at first I though it
was just my waxing heart
but surely no
I felt it in my feet
and it grew in strength

I commented upon it
as it was becoming obvious
that I was leaning back to
counter act it pull
and she laughed
thinking me all the fool
I am sure

I wiggled my feet
and moved my legs
to examine the effect
of this strange pull

and as it grew stronger
and her look grew
even more curious
I simply smiled
and said
watch
leaning back
and bring my feet to a plane
I skidded rapidly
past (nearly missing) her
towards the corner of the room
in a way that could not be
self propelled.

I almost fell
so sharp was the
release of this mysterious force

I set to investigate
and immediately
noticed the familiar
wires and boxes
of a tinkerer

I cataloged the components
made a smiling remark
in approval of
the redundant power arrays

her brother smiled
and explained the
rest of the system to me

she laughed
as she had been
in on the joke
but not at me

we spoke for a few
minutes more
before she
excused herself
and left

I hesitated
not being recently familiar
with the courting rituals
of the orthodox and
not wishing to start off
on the wrong foot

so I asked my new friend
(her brother)
what protocol would be?
he said
well generally
one would determine
if the lady is interested first,
do you know if she is interested?
(being coy)
well I must admit
I replied I do not
but I could ask her brother
and gain his valuable insight
(right back atcha)

smiling he replied
well I would say
she is at least curious
for she made herself
at least 10 minutes late
staying to talk with you.

so then my new found friend
what is the next step

well he replied
getting permission
to marry her
would be most difficult
and would require
much to satisfy her
father.


I wish I could relay
what I did next
and what steps I took
but in truth I woke up
perhaps
as not to waste
any
time

I find it particularly interesting
perhaps it relates to my complete ignorance of courting rituals
among the orthodox that my mind would
make the jump from interest to marriage

ah well, I thought it peculiar in any regards

Comments

i would?

[mnemosyne.livejournal.com]

yes i would imagine so.
just that then, it's a different restaurant
in the style of mcd's really.
must taste different than the other mcd's.
regular mcd's are so not kosher in so many ways.
i figure that the kosher one would get its food from an entirely different place really.
it wouldn't be kosher if it got its food from a place where non-kosher foods are there... (ie: hamburger buns that are near corn oil or butter or something like that).

hmm

[plural.livejournal.com]

well it is technically a franchisee
and quite frankly
I dont remember it tasting
any differently than
any other mcd's

if I recall correctly
from discussions on the
subject, my parents had.
The majority of the food
comes from the same suppliers
and is kosher
(meaning that in theory atleast when it leaves the bakery, all the buns in london would be kosher etc)
and I had a fishwich at the time, as did my mother, I do not recall what the others had.
but I could not say for sure that they even offered hamburgers in the kosher section.

I know under franchisee agreements
generally the franchisee must agree
to purchase all of their food and supplies (paper bags etc.) from the parent company.

but you have a good point
I suppose I will have to revisit it
and do a taste test
been needing a reason to
go to europe anyway

l8

[mnemosyne.livejournal.com]

heh... i knew there was a reason why i saved this email...
my bf went to london and wasn't able to locate the kosher mcd's... perhaps it's in another city?