On Sunday, I joined thousands of other LA-area Jews to celebrate Israel with all the things that makes Israel Israel...like techno music; watermelon; people asking for tzedakah; rock concerts; Israeli dancing; endless lines for food; clothing designs that illustrate a provocative and brave fashion sense; and carnival rides where children sit in the belly of a dragon while the thing spins around. (Insert your own political metaphor for that last one.)
Streets were named after Ben-Gurion, Disengoff, and Ben-Yehuda, and
featured booths from agencies representing Israel, from the Jewish
Agency to the Aliyah Center, from Habonim Dror to the Israeli Scouts,
as well as local Jewish organizations like Big Brothers-Big Sisters and
the LA Jewish Federation. Israelis and Americans, Sephardis and
Ashkenazis, adults and children filled Woodley Park to celebrate Israel
as a community. Jewlicious Festivals sponsored a concert by Moshav, and raffles aplenty were announced over a public address system.

At left and right, some of the fashion show, which featured mostly grownups in pouffy taffeta, rhinestones and tulle, and a few belly-baring children. Because nothing says "wedding" like a child's midriff. And tulle.
Maybe it was because I was busy looking for crazy t-shirts to photograph for Benji at WhatWarZone, but I didn't think much of our "entrance-fee-paid" wristbands until I saw that some of the booth staffers (or VIPs, not sure) had blue and white ones. And then I started thinking. It looked strange. And then, a thousand Holocaust classes spoke up: "Great. Yellow stars. Because that's always worked out so well for the Jewish people in the past."
(Cue the crescendo of voices pointing out that they're actually blue stars on a yellow background. Well, it's close enough to evoke the memory, so argue if you want, but I'm still going with it.)
But I realize the whole thing was just a dry run: I leave for Israel in a month - let's see if I'm ready for the real thing.