a social experiment

Last night we went out to eat for Nicole's birthday dinner at this place called Kyoto Salsa, a restaurant that is a blatent rip-off of Sushi Samba in Manhattan - same menu, same decor, etc.

After dinner we went club called Ehrlich in the Port of Tel Aviv. Apparantly it is a tapas bar, but I didn't see any tapas. The place was packed (if there had been a fired we would have all been screwed), and I was getting a little bored standing around people watching. How could I spice things up?

See my mischevious grin:


It's because I have an idea. I am wondering if I can get a random person to take off his shirt. I find my victim. You can't really tell in the photo, but the white on his shirt is glittery.

Me? he asks. Yes, you!

After some persuading ("men in israel are not allowed to be in bars with no shirts, I will get kicked out"), he agrees to do it for the birthday girl. I told him that the minute he walked in the door, Nicole said to me, "wow, I love that shirt." (lie) Here he is taking it off:


And handing it over. I think the girl in the background wants in on the action:


Here, let us help you.



It's a perfect fit!



Some awkward standing around.



All done.