1998-1999 Rothberg Yearbook

M S A s n m s t m t t s s t
by Yael Furstenberg, Sheara Abrahams, Jessica Lipman
BASP ’99 was running along smoothly when all o f a sudden disaster struck. There
were rumours, suspicions and outcries: suddenly we heard that our beloved Club 11
was about to be shut No more lazy evenings and 2am ice creams. What were we going
to do? The world was coming to an end!! Complaints against BAJP’s rudeness were
rampant and surely with the closure of our favourite watering-hole they were only
going to get worse! So with tears in our eyes we said good-bye to our beloved
C lu b ll.
There was never a time when it was needed more than when we tried to pull an
all-nighter before facing the horrendous chore of trying to renew out visas at the
infamous “Ministry of Interior.” Where could we get double espressos at 3am and pass
those bleak, lonely hours?
With sunken hearts and tired eyes we finally made our way to town. Deserted
and bare we sought refuge in the warmth of Dunkin’ Donuts and thought back to the
comfort and the memories o f Club 11.
TOM HA-ATXMAUT
by Danny Miller and Marc Abrahams
Israel’s Independence Day: a genuine cause for celebration, or just an excuse for
a big piss-up? Both, which is the great thing about it One o f the biggest nights of the
year started for most BASPers in Peznik with consuming numerous alcoholic beverages.
The girls, of course were retarsed after one sip, Yael and Lee-Ann after a sniff. The
alcohol obviously brought out the true nature of Alice, who remarked that I (Danny)
looked like a “batty bastard” in my shirt (He changed it, but still looked gay, but not as
gay as Blakey-Marc).
We then all stumbled to Ben Yehuda Street and were greeted by hundreds of
thousands of typically friendly Israelis spraying foam in our faces. So, being English, we
took out revenge on them in a big way. We also decided to pay Jeff Seidel back for all
the free meals we’ve been having courtesy of him by foaming the shit out of him. The
street party was truly a wonderful experience, with all the singing, dancing, and fireworks.
After we got tired of battering Israelis (and Americans o f course) we all made
our way to the big party at the International Convention Center, with three separate
dance floors, one o f which was packed with hundreds o f Israelis all practicing for the
next big synchronised techno-dance contest which will hopefully never be held. The
other rooms were the ‘80s room, and also the main dance floor where a certain member
o f our group (you know who you are) danced like the sexy beast he is in his attempt to
woo one of the American girls not particularly aesthetically blessed. Everyone thoroughly
enjoyed themselves at this party, as it was a chance other than Orient Express
for us to publicly show -off our superb dance moves. All in all, a brilliant evening and one
to remember.