Wednesday night, I went with most of the gang to Gauchos. Everyone was pretty much on their best behavior. I think I am figuring out Plane Girl. I think she likes stirring up the drama where there is none. At Gaucho, she changed her seat literally 5 times. She didn’t like 2 of the chairs. That much I could figure out. One of the times, she got up, walked around the table to tell me, “Your friend (X) has stinky breath. I can’t sit next to him to eat.” I’m like, “YO! What do you want me to DO???” (Shoulda told her to go plant her ass in the parking lot.) I don’t want to hear about anybody’s stinky breath at the dinner table. Funk dat. Anyhoo, we got through that part. Then, the food literally took an hour and 15 minutes to arrive. I like the restaurant. I like the food. I like the service. I think they just had a bad night or something (however, didn’t bother to take anything off the bill or give us a discount after the wait). I’m not a nice person when I don’t get fed when I’m hungry. It isn’t pretty. Thank God that Bunny was there to calm me down and distract me (he’s got kids, so he knows what a 3 year old is like waiting to get food). Food finally arrived; I ate my baked sweet potato and all was right in my world again. The bill came and Planegirl started her quibbling (which – especially from a chick – is really just ayeb). Bobarino told her to shut up. Literally. I think she liked it. (Who’s your daddy, who’s your daddy?) They had a little flirt workin’. Bobarino’s girlfriend, Fishgirl, was on one side of him; Planegirl was on the other. Fishgirl was not impressed. I love the show.
I’ve been back here for 10 days. So far, my car has been in the shop 3 times. I’ve been trying to find a lease Trailblazer or Envoy, but they don’t have any in stock. If you know where I can get one, please let me know (amerab@gmail.com). It started giving me problems Wednesday night and back in the shop again today. BITCH!!!! Still F-ing me and taking all my money.
So after the dinner, I ‘scaped and headed with the Romanian down to a party in Fintas. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz BORING. I’m so sick of gaadat in Kuwait. “You have to come. It is going to be so much fun. There are a lot of nice looking guys…” Bullshit. There was 1 good looking guy (who wasn't 12 years old) and he was drunk and sitting with a ho (who later changed from her slutsuit into an actual belly dancing costume and wiggled all over the room). I can see that in my bathroom. Not interested. The only thing that truly fascinated me was one very wiggly little girl. She looked like a pixy or something – like Tinkerbell. I’ve never seen anybody dance like that for so long. She was all wiggly like in a music video; Mexican jumping beans in her butt or something. Fascinating. How could she do that for 3 hours? (I only stayed that long because Romanian and her sister believe that Ramadan is the end of the world and they have to drink/party as much as they can the week before or they will die.) I sat next to a rather rotund Egyptian dentist who wouldn’t stop staring and trying to get me more “wine” (1 part red grape vinegar, 4 parts water, ice). Puhleeeeeeze! My friend, GD, kept saying, “He’s a dentist. He’s a dentist.” Hel-loooooo – BFD!!!!! (Yeah Purgy baby – that one’s for you!) I mean – do I care if he’s a dentist? Romanian’s comment was, “I don’t need a dentist. I want a plastic surgeon.” Obee kaybee.
So den Thursday night – what the hell did I do? Oh yeah. I went with Romanian back to Sakura for sushi. I saw a guy who I used to work with and his wife. He actually moved their seats so they could sit directly in front of us at the tepanyaki table. It would have been ok if I had been close to the guy when I worked there or he was a friend (he's neither), but I just found it kind of weird that he would move his poor wife so he was sitting opposite my cleavage. His wife was a sweetheart. Very nice woman with an icky-breaststs-ogling husband. We went upstairs for coffee to “I Am Zee Man” (as I call it). We both got quite a few bluetooth messages – some of them pretty creative/funny. A table of mens next to us sent us some birthday cake (cake is always a good move in my books). Went home.
Now yesterday was fun. MuslimArtist threw a shindig at her auntie’s chalet (which is worthy of “Cribs”). Damn, it was a beautiful place. Minimalist furnishings and very elegant. By the way, MA, I got a look at the plates in the kitchen and they are so pretty; everything went together so well. The food was awesome. MA can cooks some vittles! Jumbo shrimp and Bobarino marinated some chicken breasts (breasts – go figure). We had some laughs and some food and then went swimming in the sea (not the ba-mungous indoor pool). MA picked up a whole bunch of sand dollars (MURDERER!), which I have never seen live in Kuwait. Romanian actually got on the jet ski with Salongirl and her hubby, T. She didn’t put down her cigarette or ask anyone to hold her Armani sunglasses – both were lost in the Big Jetski Spill. I kinda forgot that Romanian doesn’t know how to swim or I wouldn’t have been laughing my ass off (so much). Even Desertdawg was swimming in her florescent pink doggy life vest (she is so small that it is too much on her little heart to swim out in the water). MA’s aunt’s big-fat-dog, Laser, was also swimming effortlessly. It was the first time that I’ve ever seen Desertdawg actually even remotely try to be nice to another dog. I was shocked. She’s usually such a bitch (gets all snarly and snappy – don’t know where she gets that). Everything about the day was right: nice weather, great company, yummy food. No mens for me, but I am almost to the point where I am used to that now.
Can you believe it is October 1 already? Where is this year going and what tha fuuu have I accomplished???
I like you now, you used two words
ReplyDeletemy anyhoo and hellooooo, and am mentioned by name in the post, so YAAAAAAAAAAY!
Yay for purgatory. mabrook! omg, I cannot stand people who constantly get up and down and up and down at dinner. What the hell? Move if one side becomes vacant, sheesh. I don't like people who gripe about the bill either. Irritates the hell out of me.
ReplyDeleteI wanted to buy my own car, but between my friends cars and your car, damn, I might as well get a driver instead :)
("Your friend (X) has stinky breath. I can’t sit next to him to eat.” I’m like, “YO! What do you want me to DO???” )
ReplyDeleteLOOOOL YuuKk i actually can smell it from here !
MC: Mature.
ReplyDeleteIt seems like you've accomplished alot this year, DG. Got away from that nasty job with the KGB. Came back to the states to visit. You done good, chick!
ReplyDeleteHello!
ReplyDeleteI was at a bookstore the other day and was looking at that book you mentioned on my blog, The Kite Runner. What a coincidence :o)
It does look really interesting, Im just on a money saving scheme, but I might surprise myself for Christmas with it :o)
Ok i was looking for a website online when i came across this and decided there might be a cpl of things i might wanna add.
ReplyDeleteOk i cant help but see that you are not very happy here and fine i agree there isnt much to do but you cant just sit there and mope about it, i mean you think there was always something fun to do in the states , trust me it wasnt always such a great place to be. I mean change things around if your not happy with the way it is, Change the places you go to, change the ppl you know and stick to those you like. I guess im not here to tell you what to do and what not to do but im just sharing with you how i feel and im sorry if i bother you in anway.
Another aspect i would like to bring up is PAWS, ok im one of the very very few kuwaiti guys in kuwait that actually cares about animals, I go every now and then and rescue homeless dogs and if i find a dog i take it to the vet and get it cheked and look for a home for it. and i thought PAWS would welcome this wiht open arms , but instead they say " sorry we have no place, i guess your gonna have to find something else to do with that puppy " keep in mind im calling them holding a puppy in my arm that just got kicked by kids and is skinny as hell and just looking for a place to call home.
anyway if you would like to contact me you can reach me on Bjamaledy@hotmail.com
Anonymous,
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comments. I've been here for 10 years and I've found plenty to do and plenty that makes me happy - or I wouldn't be here. Do you think I'm unhappy when I'm this active all the time? I've got a very long list of friends in Kuwait - and good friends at that, thank God. I can still be homesick. It otay.
PAWS turns away animals every now and then - I guess it depends on how crowded they are and how much in donations they have received to feed the animals. Whenever I have dropped animals off, the ladies have kept the dogs in their houses.