I don’t know how y’all celebrated Rosh Hashanah, but mine was pretty uneventful (a late evening / early AM screening of “The Proposition” — excellent work by up and coming non-jews Ray Winstone, Nick Cave and Guy Pierce).

I’m not sure what to make of the fact that within a stone’s throw of Chez CSTB (ok, maybe if you had the arm of a young JR Richard), hebrew-hating Mel Gibson took a break from rehab to showcase his latest unwatchable epic.

At least that’s his cover. I’m not so easily fooled. With this very blog’s 3rd birthday approaching on Wednesday of this week, it wouldn’t surprise me one bit if Mel came to Austin because he’s bent on holy war. A terrorist act, perhaps a little auto de fe at my expense, would have tremendous symbolic value for Gibson’s movement.

That’s why I’m getting the fuck out of Dodge. For a couple of days, anyway. Never let it be said I don’t know when to run from a fight.

If any of the NYC readership are interested in attending the mega-exclusive CSTB birthday bash on Wednesday, drop me a line. For one thing, I’m not dumb enough to issue public invites that every Tom, Dick and Harry Connick can easily pass around to their less-connected friends. For another, I’m not sure the Rainforest Cafe is still in business.