Everything went (almost) perfectly. All eleven of us were fed (stuffed), everyone loved my Haggadah, and clean-up only took an hour and a half.
Some notes for next year:
- Supervise Mother Superior Yid when she makes chicken liver; there were a lot of tiny bits of egg shell in there.
- Corollary to this: buy an egg timer for hard-boiled eggs.
- Next time, try to come up with seating arrangement which doesn't have the youngest and most Jewishly-knowledgeable people clustered around the center of the table, leaving the middle-aged and clueless folks stuck out at the extremities.
- Stop political conversations before they piss away half-an-hour that you had reserved for Grace After Meals and Hallel.
- Stand up for yourself and tell people that you're sorry it's kind of late, but we are going to finish Chad Gadya whether they like it or not, it's only five more damn verses.
- Go slower with Hebrew prayers and songs, maybe lose the intonation (Mama Yid was very confused by this) or go over it with people ahead of time.
But all in all, very, very good. This was definitely the first seder my parents had that they enjoyed. Which is saying a lot. And now we have more food than God. And, sadly, apparently way more matzoh than most of our peers.
Now to hibernate for the rest of the week to avoid having to eat it.