The Passover of Our Discontent

So it's not the greatest of Passovers here in tropical paradise this year. First, Mom's gone, and that casts a pallor. And Wifey's bad back's reared its head --she can barely drive more than 5 miles. We were invited to a few seders, but weren't in the mood to socialize. So yesterday Paul came to the office, and we caught up. He was alone, too, and called Wifey to ask if maybe we could have our own little seder -- at least some matzoh and wine. No go -- Wifey was having a really bad day -- plus, our newly adopted (for D2) dog was recovering from an open reduction of a leg fracture poor Bo sustained when he jumped off the bed to follow Wifey. Apparently this is pretty common with young dogs, and the little guy was in recovery... So Paul and I spent time talking with our young Irish Turk Vince, about the future of our law business, as well as Passover. Vince was raised in Catholic Schools, so we had a nice chat about the Last Supper being a seder, and how hard it was to split the check 13 ways... I wanted to go to Trulucks, but Paul resisted -- it WAS PAssover, he reminded me, and there should be some decorum. He wanted matzoh. I knew where to find some... We walked over to the gleaming new Chabad of Brickell building -- a few blocks from our office. It's a gorgeous new place, and we contributed to its building fund. Sure enough, we saw our firm's name on a glass plate -- albeit a small one. Paul said that if it was up to HIM, we'd have given a much larger donation and been given a much more prominent glass plate... We saw Rabbi L:ipskar, about to commence a seder with maybe 100 people seated. His wife was talking to him. He didn't introduce us, but I figured she WAS the rebbitzen and she was holding a kid who looked just like the Rabbi. She was in my top 20 list of prettiest women I've ever seen...these Chabad guys have a LOT on the matzoh ball... The rabbi invited us to say, but PAul lied that we had other seders to attend, but could we have some matzoh. The rabbi gave us some, as well as a small bottle of kosher wine, and winked at me as he said "Wherever you're going, now you have all you need." We left the building, and ate the matzoh and sipped the wine as we walked around the colossal construction projects going up around Brickell. I was happy the workers weren't Jewish slaves -- but well paid workers from Latin America... Paul and I toasted freedom, and hoped for emancipation from the mental slavery we all suffer and endure (as pointed out by the Talmudic scholar Rabbi Marley). It was the most memorable seder I can recall... Tonight Wifey made reservations at a restaurant near Miami Jewish Home -- the plans are to take her parents out for some early matzoh. It's not looking like Wifey's back will allow this to happen. If not -- that's ok. I'm STILL in no mood to socialize -- maybe tonight's seder will be some Tito's vodka on my front porch, under the full Passover moon...