You Don't Mess with the Rezhan

By the time you're reading this, I may be wheels up on my latest work adventure, a three-day trip to meet clients of my firm in Tel Aviv. My new employer has a big operation there, there is a lot of wealth there, and I was asked to make the trip. I feel good about the trip b/c my flight time is 420 PM. 

Unfortunately, the flight is long and the trip is short. And Sunday is a work day in Israel! The entirety of my downtime will be bleary-eyed, jet-lagged wandering through Tel Aviv on Saturday afternoon. So I'll need to be careful as I play tourist for a couple hours. Not b/c I'm a Polish Iranian whose beard is hitting peak swarthiness, but b/c I'm me. My decision-making when fully rested can be problematic. Add in sleep deprivation, excessive caffeine and scotch and you have a recipe for chaos.

I've been trying to learn up on Israeli culture, in addition to finding out where Gal Gadot lives. I turned to Adam Sandler for help. I think I'm in good hands.





Wish me luck. And let me know if you want a Maccabi Tel Aviv jersey or Jeremy Pargo's autograph.