Sheyna goes bowling: Tales from a blogger bash

What do you do when you're interested in Judaism and your staunchly Lutheran mother is adamantly opposed to your notion of conversion? Simple: You involve your friends in a conspiracy of silence. You enroll in a Friday-night bowling league, and, when your buddies pick you up in the car, you have them drop you off at the local non-Orthodox synagogue and pick you up on the way home from the bowling alley!

This, I heard at a blogger mini-bash
Which really was one heck of a smash

When I found out that Sheyna was in town,
I figured that, while she was around,
we should try to get together, even if it was just us two
So off we went to Deli Kasbah in kosher-restaurant land
(After St. Paul, MN, New York's glatt spots are grand)
And we took rather more than a few good looks
in West Side Judaica, where our author/publisher was delighted to see so many Jewish books
and took a short stroll in Riverside Park
just as it was getting dark
Then went to her hotel and chewed the kosher fat 'til midnight, Jew to Jew :)

A good laugh was had by all
when each of us her own husband did call
and announce, giggling, "I'm in a hotel room with a friend"
Of that little stunt, neither of us will probably ever hear the end :)

P.S. A little digging into the family history revealed that the Lutheran mother's mother, raised by Christian Scientist relatives after her mother's early death, had been born to a Jewish mother! A lost "tribe" has been found--or, rather, has found herself, and us.