Purim is one of those Jewish holidays I know nothing about (mostly cuz I’m not Jewish).
It’s not the one where they eat herbs. Or fast. Or give out chocolate and spin a top.
But according to one Jew, this is what happens: “We dress up in ridiculous costumes (including some cross-dressing if that’s your thing), we make obnoxious noises with our groggers, and we eat yummy baked goods.”
Sounds like a typical college Saturday night.
But these recommendations sound brilliant:
Purim could be a chance to utilize your drunken state to bring yourself closer to the people you care about. For instance, one might use drunk dialing, which is often looked at as an unfortunate result of a crazy night, to capitalize on an altered mental state, remove the filters of everyday conversation and simply tell someone that you care.
I am now printing this out and taping it onto my fridge as my new excuse everytime I text my ex, “I wanna plow u in that pink dress babe”.
