Bull Riding for Rosh Hashana

Last night I put on a little black dress, headed out to my dear friend's sophisticated birthday dinner at Evvia, and ended up splayed on some big puffy mats with my skirt over my head after being thrown from the mechanical bull at the Old Pro in Palo Alto. I sure hope someone got that on video and puts it on YouTube, because I really want my sons to be able to Google this act someday.

Ah, but if that happens, so be it. My ride last night was not simply a casual romp on the most visible place to make a fool of oneself in town. No. You see, I rode that bull in the name of religion and I gyrated around on it's back for all Jews everywhere. Yes, I went to services on Rosh Hashana (for ten minutes), and I prayed for a sweet new year. Sure, sweetness has to do with health of my family, joyous times with my children, and all those other typical things a mom of young kids would hope for. But let me be honest. For me, it also apparently has to do with mechanical bull riding and the religious-like high of a good girls night out. If I can't have this kind of fun every once in a while with my girls, well, I'm dead. Mazel Tov to me for starting the new year out right. Right?

The bull ride (and the fact that I can't turn my head to the right this morning, and have a "landing pad" burn on my hip (just above my tattoo)) was worth both the religious satisfaction (ahem) and the male attention I got. The cowboy hat the bull operator gave me to wear plus my decision to turn the ride into my own personal "I may be a mommy but I can still rock this town" performance got me some loud cheers from the packed bar and also an "I LOVE YOU!" from a (presumably) college kid at a nearby table after the skirt-over-my-head ending. This has got to beat a kiss blown to me in my Prius (which I do own and have never had happen. I think Jill is just hot hot hot. I have to do something more risque to get those blown kisses). I'm all about the minivan and can't wait to own one as soon as Toyota turns the Sienna into a hybrid (2009 I believe). Someday, I'm planning on bringing sexy back to the minivan. For now, I'll have to settle for religious celebrations at sports bars.

On to Yom Kippur.