Saturday
October 29, 2011
1. 1-2 punch
2. Sheesha
3. No dinner
Oh was this a long day! The Halloween/Birthday party was okay. Rina, Maddy, Lindsay and I were going to go as Rick’s 4 wives. He was going to wear a dishdasha (the long white outfit the men wear) and we were going to wear all black. Rick was sick, so we didn’t think it would be as funny, so we didn’t dress up. When we got there Cory told us there was 1-2 punch on the table and beer in the fridge. You can bet your bottom dollar I made a beeline for the fridge! It was pretty good, but just not the same as home. Because I didn’t want to drink all of his beer (that he had literally finished brewing that day) I switched to 1-2 punch. It tasted good. Really good.
There were a few sheesha groups going on, so I sat down and joined one. You know how you do something knowing full well you will probably regret it later? You know how you know better, yet you go ahead anyways? Yeah, I want to know when a person starts listening to their own common sense. I did not smoke a lot of sheesha, however, I do know that if I smoke a cigarette at home when I’m drinking that I will pay for it the next day. I was hoping it wasn’t the same translation. Oh friends, I can be so wrong sometimes!
I left the party at midnight. When I woke up at 6 feeling like death I knew it was going to be a long day. I’ve been down that road and I hate traveling it. Stupid sheesha! I would have stayed home and not gone in to school, except I had to. I had the Saturday School kids. Joy.
Maddy told me that I looked like crap on the bus. I know this is a true story, because I was trying really hard not to talk or do anything that would make the bus ride unpleasant for me or my fellow passengers. I made it to school, and I had a room full of mouthy teenagers. Yeah. It was my own personal hell. I did start to recover enough to have a little pow-wow with the 9th graders. They were nervous about their test the next day - as they should be, because I wrote most of it. We chatted about Animal Farm and the things they didn’t understand. I knew that some of them didn’t read the book, so I reminded them of the nuclear explosion that happens at the end :) I can’t even take credit for that idea. One of the other 9th grade teachers told that to his class that didn’t finish reading the book. A few of the kids caught on, but the others didn’t. hehehehehe
Maddy, Rick and Lindsay were going to go over to another school to watch a volleyball tournament before they played ultimate Frisbee. I went a long because I had a student playing on the boys varsity team and I hadn’t attended any events yet. Whistles + hangover + loud, screaming students + a gym environment = very miserable Erin.
I made it through, and then took a cab to get groceries. I will never, not ever go out to get groceries on a Saturday night again. EVER. The traffic was horrible and I had another crack-head cab driver. And I’m being serious. I really think he was on something. He talked for the ENTIRE 40 minute cab drive back to Mahboula. He told me how he speaks 5 different languages, and that Kuwaitis think he’s Kuwaiti, Lebanese believe he is from Lebanon, Egyptians believe he is from Egypt, etc. It’s a good thing he didn’t mention English, or I might have lost it on him. Friends, he was driving with his knees while speeding through traffic and honking at the people in front of him like it was their fault they were in front of him. He also told me that he’s waiting for the right woman to come along. And then he asked if I was married. I told him I have no plans in that direction in a tone of voice that definitely implied he better not even go there. (It would not be the first time a cab driver has proposed marriage or other type of living arrangement with a teacher. I’m just saying.) He asked if I was going to get my phone out and take his phone number. I said I already had a cab driver (which I do) and that I wouldn’t be calling. He insisted, and said that I could call him even if I just had a question about the country, because he, “is Jimmy and I know evryting about Kuwait.” Uh-huh. Sure Jimmy. You and that crack habit you have. He was speaking very quickly and rubbing his nose the entire time. I thought he was going to rub it right off. He was also very proud of the fact that he does not sleep and works all night. I will never, not ever, be calling Jimmy.
Being a little worried about Jimmy’s mental state, I had him drop me off next door. You know, because know-it-all-Jimmy couldn’t figure out where I lived, so I had to give him directions. I had him drop me off there because Hussein was sitting out front and it made me feel better. Guess what Jimmy tried to do to me? The rotten bugger tried to overcharge me on my cab ride! He tried to charge me DOUBLE of what it should have cost. I squashed that idea. I told him he could have 2 kd, because I would have paid the 5 if I was coming back from the Avenues. He got mad and told me to keep my money. I should have said fine, but I didn’t need him chasing me down (yes, that has also been done – cab drivers will follow you and yell at you). Jerk.
Fun times I tell you!
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