The Neverending Craigslist Shabbat Story

board-gamesRECAP: There was an ad titled “Seven Single White Jewish males Looking to Host Seven Single Women for Shabbat Dinner.”  I responded.  The ad went viral. I got picked.  I became a “chosen one.”  I went.  It was fun(ny).  Since this first dinner an entirely different group of mystery men invited the “Sensation Six” women (six because one girl didn’t show) to join them in a second Shabbat dinner.  Here is my account of Part II Craigslist Shabbat.  Read Part I here.

The “unofficial” invitation:

“All,

It is very humbling to email the Sensational Six, the amazing group selected to attend the infamous Craiglist Sabbath Dinner.  It is pretty awesome that you now have definitive proof that you are the 6 coolest girls in DC…

Given that, it would be an honor to invite you to a SECOND dinner. It will be tough to live up to the first one, but there will be some key differences:

  1. I don’t know how to cook. Nor do my friends. Thus, the meal will be catered.
  2. There will be 6 guys instead of 5. The guys will be pre-vetted by one of your own– and the guys will be in suits (subject to change).
  3. There will be board games.  And ping pong.”

Upon receiving this email, a feeling of ultimate satisfaction washes over me.  I had moved to the East Coast only months ago, not knowing a soul.  Now I was bell of the ball.  Had I suddenly become a DC Jewish socialite?  Would I be receiving a string of fancy dinner invites from mystery men from now until the end of time?  Hey, a Jewish girl can dream a Jewish dream, can’t she?

In preparation for dinner, each girl was instructed to answer a few questions: Three adjectives to describe themselves (my answer: Jew, Jewy and Jewess), two songs to add to the dinner mix (Prince – “Purple Rain” and Hall and Oates – “I Can’t Go for That”…pure groove, please).  On a scale of 1 to 10, rate your singing voice (–googleplex).  Entrance to the soiree would be denied without our “official” printed ticket.

Friday night.  7:30pm.  I am parked in front of said mystery apartment, crumpled ticket buried in the depths of my bag.  In my $15 Forever 21 dress and my $5 Forever 21 necklace, I feel…what’s the word?  ABFAB.  This is the second time I am putting myself in this type of situation, so my social anxiety is only revved up to half (instead of full) speed, but I still have to sit in my car for an extra ten minutes to mentally prepare.

I make my way to the door and someone is waiting with a list of names.  I present her with my golden ticket, and she leads me up the apartment and announces, “Please welcome Sarah the Jew, Jewy Jewess!”  Like good kosher hams, the boys are wearing matching black jackets with red shirts underneath.  A beautiful table is set, and a waiter (yes, a waiter) takes my coat.  I sit down, introductions are made, and there is a quick game of Taboo as the other girls trickle in.  I am happy to see their familiar faces and we know that we are in for a second night of pure hilarity.

“Dinner is served!”  Let the ridiculousness ensue.

The dinner is catered and the host has planned the play-by-play for the evening.  We sing the Shabbat prayers while Miley Cyrus parties in the USA in the background.  We make a toast to the host, who then pulls out a drawing that one of his friends created as a representation of The Sensational Six Sabbath 2013.  Yes, now this night has an artwork dedicated to it.

We go around the table and play two truths and a lie— list two true facts about yourself and one lie.  Let the group guess which is the lie.  Mine: I took swing dance classes with the Olsen twins; I hung out with the Wu Tang Clan one night; I have had a jam session with Uncle Rico from Napoleon Dynamite.  Hint: the one you want to be true is true.

The game is interrupted when the host says, “Sorry, BUT the magician is here.”  Wait, what?  There is a magician, and suddenly this is the most magical night of all time.

The magician is wearing a black jacket and red shirt to match the boys.  He comes, does amazing things, leaves.  We open our Justin Bieber goodie bags to find special treats, including a custom wrapped chapstick labeled, “Soiree with The Sensational Six.”

Chattiness and smiles all around, and the raspberry lady cocktails don’t hurt.  I talk to some of the boys, and as usual (when I am nervous) I list every embarrassing/strange thing about myself in a row.

  1. I have face blindness.
  2. I like torture (What I MEANT to say was, I like a genre of campy gore horror movies.  EX. The Saw series…but I might have just stopped at…I like torture).

The Karaoke comes out.  One of the guys is a Shaggy impersonator.  ‘Nuff said.  Ping pong is played, and then a game of poker.  I win everything.  And by “win,” I mean “lose.”

And so the night winds down and we thank the host for having us.  I had a great time and the memories of these unique experiences will always stay with me.  Hopefully we will all meet again and the Craigslist Shabbat invites will keep rollin’ in, but mostly I hope to stay in touch with the other “Sensational Six” women because they are, what’s the word?….SENSATIONAL!