QUOTE(Kalashnikover_Rebbe @ Aug 20 2007, 06:55 PM)

It's pretty cool, you have to shout stuff out in the middle of the chazarras hashatz, like (l'havdil) in one of those holy roller's services.
I LOVE audience participation...
Yeah, what was that all about? Anway, I didn't see you there. If you were there and didn't introduce yourself to me, I'll be quite annoyed. I saw a chassidic looking guy pass by the Dougie's last week in a vehicle with NJ tags, and I wondered if that was you doing a drive-by.
The information that I had (from MinyanMaps.com) was inaccurate; I arrived right around 7:30, but they were just about to start chazarat ha'shatz. After mincha, the rabbi was giving a drasha, and I sat down to listen. I quickly realized that I didn't understand what he was saying. In fact, other than a Hebrew word every once in a while, I didn't know what language he was speaking. It wasn't English. It wasn't Hebrew. It wasn't Russian. It wasn't Spanish. It wasn't French. It wasn't German. It wasn't Arabic. I started wondering if it was Farsi, and then tried to remember if I had any idea what Farsi sounded like. I was freaking out. He finally finished and some of the guys were asking him questions in the same unknown language. Can you guess what it was?
Then we davened ma'ariv. Afterwards, I found an Ashkenazi-looking guy and asked if he had followed the drasha, and he said, "I'm not Bukharian; I'm Ashkenazi." I said, "Ah ha, now I know what that language was. Thanks." [And looking up Bukharian Jews on Wikipedia, I see that Bukhori is a dialect of Farsi, so I don't know if I guessed that maybe it was Farsi because I'd heard it before from Iranians, or because I was trying to guess what other Jewish cultures there were, and I thought of the Iranian Jews.]
Food was served around 8:10. It wasn't a meal. I mean, for me it was a meal, because I hadn't eaten anything else, but my Mom wouldn't be happy to hear that was my dinner. There were biracial cookies, plain tortilla chips and salsa, spicy tortilla chips, popcorn, artificial onion rings, and sodas. I had a little of everything.
The "scheduled for 8:30" lecture of R' Daniel Mechanic got under way promptly at 9:12. I was not amused. The lecture was good, though. Someone else may come along and file a report about his talk.
There were many people there, including many attractive females. They were generally around 16 years old, though, or at least that's how old they appeared to me.
The mile and a half walk to and from the lecture hall was pleasant and refreshing, with perfect weather going there, and only a mild rain and light winds buffeting my umbrella on the way back.