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| moana (profile) wrote, on 6-13-2004 at 3:43pm | |
| Music: deftones - fist Subject: i'm soooooooooooooooo, deaaaaaaaaaaaad... |
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| woohu! finally shaimah shows her face! *dances*. she came over at around 12 30, which was perfect cuz i had just gotten done with a shower. we got dressed, and i tell my mom i wanna go to marina. she goes "but you didn't have lunch or breakfast, and you're not suppsoed to eat fast food." (it's true i'm not.) so i go "but i'm gonna eat at THE ONE." and she goes "are you in love with the waiter?" cue smothered laughter. anyhow, i had a quick meal and then we were off to marina! we went into virgin first thing, i bought king lear (finally!) and shaimah bought macbeth and mansfeild park. then we're on our merry way to the one and we stop in bear factory. she wanted to take a look around. we go in and immediately fall in love with a cow. without further ado, we agree to get it and split the cost. so we stuff it, make our wishes, sew it up, and buy 2 pairs of shoes for it, for all four legs. at the cashier, it's 8.5KD and none of us have that cash. shaimah charges it, and i go back to the ATM machine to withdraw a 5 and pay her back. well i go to the ATM machine and guess how much money i have to withdraw as a minimum? 10. guess how much i have left on my card? 7.880KD. sad. we pile all our cash together (some 4KD) and go to the one. keeping it cheap, she bought a coissant and a mochachino. i got an english muffin and a pot of regular tea. no i'm not supposed to drink tea but they have amazing tea. well jerry comes over to say hello, and he goes "your friend is always here, everyday, sitting on this couch, smoking easily 3 or 4 packs everytime." i nod. it sounds like 7amada. shaimah asks who this friend is, and i begin to explain to her the complicated functioning of 7amada. genius, lazy, chain smoker, can quit whenever he damn-well pleases, he just doesn't. messed up, very very cool guy. i love 7amada. some minutes later, we get the order, and you know what? according to the one, english muffins are toasted bread slices. i'm so disapointed. aren't muffins supposed to be shaped funny? kinda like cupcakes. i'm so disapointed. so i ate my bread (...) and guess who walks in? that's right, 7amada. funky eh? he asks if he can join us. i welcome him warmly. and he immediately proceeds to chain smoke. funny. it was like underlining everything i had told her about him. we talked a lot, about lots of random things, including amusing stories, anecdotes, gossiping about others, the works. at some point along the way he goes "eriksen is hot". i'm sorry, but she is NOT hot. i told him so. and we get into a debate over it. so he goes "call naser and ask him" and calls him from his mobile nad hands me the phone. it starts ringing and before i can react naser's on the fone. "hello?" "hello." "...hello?" "can i ask you something?" "who is this?" "i'm a member of the kuwait english psychology institute and i'd like to ask you a question about females and attraction." "ok." "is eriksen hot?" "what?" "is eriksen hot?" "who is this?" i start laughing and hand the fone back to 7amada. after naser gets it, he asks for me back and i talk to him. the first thing he says: "how fuckin random are you? and how do you know about the psychological institute thing?" laughter. merriment. that sort of thing. oh my God have you been to the bathrooms in the one yet? SEX! no seriously! not bad for public bathrooms. not bad for PRIVATE bathrooms either. sex. dimly lit, wooden design, light music.. sex. we stay with 7amada for a while longer, and he tells me that naser (wasmi) is getting a job at the one! oh my God, i have to get in on this right? so i ask management, and she goes "write up a resumé, and bring one photo. that is all." cake. i got the job. they have to hire kuwaitis since the law requires a minimum of 10% staff being kuwaiti, and not many kuwaitis want to become waiters and waitresses. spoiled people we are. but i have a job! sex! *dances*. anyhow, i took shaimah to the SEX COUCH. THE sex couch. i took a bathrobe on the way (those things are sex) and got snuggly in it and sprawled on the couch. i did not want to get up. ever. eventually i did because i was asked to put the robe back. then we walked to the other side and things, and andy, we got hassled for sitting. again. i've never been harassed twice in a row for something gay. i need to pul a serious one to break the streak. *ponders what to do*. things things things, we walked we talked, then went back to the one where my brother picked us up and took us home. here we downloaded the naruto manga and downloaded college applications. we also ran into 3baid *waves*. she left and now i'm blogging. the end. it's been a kick ass day. | |
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| Anonymous | shamlawi says..., 06-14-04 7:36am There should be more kick ass days such as this one that you had, don't you agree?
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moana | Re: shamlawi says..., 06-15-04 6:46am amen! hear hear! cheers! huzzah! |