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| moana (profile) wrote, on 12-16-2004 at 4:25am | |
| Current mood: sleepy Music: chino's purring and some thunder outside Subject: hanging out with an arab pea |
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AC (in reference to faisal hamada): call him to see where he is, and DON'T HIT ON HIM. me: i won't! AC: so i'll drop you off at marina with faisal and i'll go take care of business at the store, then i'll catch up with you guys. i can't believe i'm leaving you alone with him... me: come on! don't you trust me? AC: NO! not when it comes to penis! me: yeah me neither. it's ironic how close we are and how little we trust one another at the same time, eh? and this is us, AC said a whole story, stuff and stuff, and i'm filling in the blanks. so we're in the car, on the way to marina together because it ends up i didn't go hang out with 7amada unsupervised. well i call to make sure he's still there since he told us the guys were leaving soon and we didn't want him to hang around alone waiting for us, and a gruff, middle aged kuwaiti-ish voice says: phone: alo me: this is not person... phone: alo! me: do you want to buy? phone: mino intay? (who are you?) me: um... phone: mino? me: who is this? phone: an ubu faisal. (i am faisal's father.) whoa. shit. this is the part where i have complete cardiac arrest. almost. he must have forgotten his phone at home, and i called and his FATHER picked up. he is going to get into so much shit. whoa. shit. phone: mino intay? me: ana, um, ibsafa, oo abee kitab, umm... (i'm, um, in his class, and i need a book, umm...) phone: laish intay ibnaya itdegeen 3ala wildee? (why are you, a girl, calling my son?) me: um.... 3ami...(um... uncle*...) phone: intay ga7ba? (are you a whore?) me: ALRIGHT WHO IS THIS?! if you guessed it was dzaner by now pulling kuwait's most terrifying prank, then you are correct. oh man. oh man i was scared crapless. terrified out of my wits. shit. anyway, we get there, and some stuff happens, and someone's father is conspicuous, and then AC has a giant THE ONE mug of coffee and starts chain smoking because she's discovered the wonderful world of softpacks. tard. so i'm sitting there surrounded by 7amada, dzaner, AC, all chain smoking and drinking black coffee, getting jittery and hyper (except dzaner who gets really really relaaaaaaaaaxed), and i order myself orange juice. goody good. ugh. any way, AC got hyper after downing her coffee and about a dozen fags. uh oh. the girlfriends and co get there and she starts going nuts, "let's do something fun!" AC: come on! let's do something fun! me: *looks in the opposite direction* ok ok i have an idea. AC: *squeals* what?! me: alrigh, go running outside, as fast as you can, and come around this side, see, and vault off the balcony and attach yourself to that palm tree outside**. then start humping it and make a wish. AC: ...why? me: because it's a big one and a magic palm tree that grants you wishes! praise foofoo for magic palm trees. she got the rest of the night pretty much covered, i just had to share some tidbits. the end. *'Uncle', or '3ami' is used in place of 'Sir' in kuwait. **THE ONE is on the second floor and we'd earlier discussed the big palm tree outside when dzaner told me how he was going to cut down a palm tree and decorate it for christmas. when i suggested he go for the giant palm tree outside the balcony, he said "I think I'd get fucked, a white guy hanging off a palm tree with a chainsaw in Salmiya." |
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ac | 12-16-04 1:21am LMAO.
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