"Are you sure we won't scare him off?" my aunt asked when I called to formally ask whether my boyfriend could come to our crazy seder.
That question echoed through my head as I introduced him to the gaggle of cousins and family members who greeted us at the door. Most of them had read my previous column for this page, in which I deliberated whether bringing him would be a good idea. I could read their thoughts, "Wow, he actually came!" While I'm sure some others were thinking, "Brave soul." I could see the question, "Who is he?" in the eyes of some of my younger cousins, but all I did was introduce and smile. Once the initial surge was over, we pushed our way into the living room, which had become a makeshift dining room for oodles of family members. I could sense the engineering talent that it took to transform the space, as all 42 of us -- family members, friends and guests -- took our seats.
I had prepped my boyfriend for what he was going to encounter. From a Hebrew 101 lesson the night before, to a quick 1-2-3 seder crash course in the car ride over. With my sister as my partner-in-crime, we introduced the flight to Japan (yeah, don't ask), our Mr. Potato Head chant (really not sure where that one came from), our sandpaper-clapping-won't-stop-until-everyone-does-it L'Shana Haba'a routine and a lesson about the correct pronunciation of "Dayenu."
The night began and as we sat around with sparkly crowns on our heads, since we are supposed to feel like royalty (great addition by the way, Leora!), I kept stealing glances at my guy. He did have a slight deer-in-headlights look, especially after we had heard the "Mah Nishtana" in Hebrew, Aramaic, Russian, French, Yiddish and Klingon. OK, kidding about the last one, but it's close enough. But the look quickly faded into a silly grin, especially once the frogs started flying.
Frogs here, frogs there, frogs were flying everywhere!
It was about that time that I realized I had forgotten to warn him about the other plagues. He was definitely surprised once the "hail" -- pingpong balls -- were launched. One whizzed by and landed in front of us. I looked over and was met with a smile, so with a playful glint in my eye I tossed my pingpong ball...errr... hail backward over my head and turned around just in time to see it land perfectly in my cousin's cup. Of course I asked if in true pseudo-Purim carnival fashion I had won a goldfish for my marvelous abilities -- I'm still waiting for the answer. He definitely took it in stride when handfuls of "lice" (slimy glow-in-the-dark insects) were tossed around and landed inside more than one person's crown, and he grabbed at the chance to don a zebra mask in tribute to the disease of the livestock.
Dinner came into fruition around 11 p.m. (so early!) and we all ate, talked and enjoyed ourselves. The night was going famously, and I hoped it would last through the third and fourth cups of wine, when the kids start falling asleep, and the adults become even more boisterous -- if that's possible.
As the night continued we pounded the tables, spilled many cups of wine, and turned the floor into an indefinable mish-mash combining plastic frogs, pieces of matzah, pillows that had slipped off chairs and a young child or two who had crawled beneath the tables to snooze.
I know for a fact that my boyfriend thought we were nuts as we "ooh-ah-ahhed" our way through the second-to-last song. But he didn't just stare at me with concern in his eyes, he didn't look at me like I was an escapee of the Hagaddah House of Horrors, he joined in. Perhaps he was a bit shy at first, but as he looked around and saw that we were all doing it, that we were all participating in these crazy traditions, he gained an inner confidence and began to mimic our movements. He adopted our mishegoss for a night, our sounds effects for "Chad Gad Ya," meowing, bamming and "watering" along with the rest of us.
Was he tired after his first marathon seder? You bet. Was he amazed that it was past 2 a.m. when we finished? I know I was. Was he wishing he didn't have to wake up at 7 a.m. to go to work the next day? I have no doubt. But he did it all with an open mind and a smile on his face, which is all I could have ever wanted, or asked for.
And yes, he even called me the next day. Did we scare him off? Nope -- or should I say, not yet? I wonder when I should start prepping him for cousins' camp "beach days".... Hmmm. I think I'll give him some more time.
Caroline Cobrin is a freelance writer living in Los Angeles. She can be reached at Carolinecolumns@hotmail.com
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