I had a visit with my old, dear friend, Mr. Jose Cuervo, while visiting a muckity-muck friend and I turned into a happy-go-lucky tequila fairy. F the Red Bull - tequila shots give you wings! (Picture the photo - only with a guy in a dishtasha turning into a hot guy....) It was all fun and good until I got a horrible case of the hiccups and couldn't fall asleep for 2 hours. I HATE hiccups. Did you know that Tameer complex charges 3KD for underground parking? That fascinates me. I could never find parking out there. It used to be a major pain to park my Stealth on the sidewalk. Anyhoo, I saw some fishermen friends who I haven't seen in a really really long time and I missed them. I brought The Romanian and Sheikha Minor and it was a nice evening. Dudes usually only see me on the boat - sans makeup and sportin a t-shirt with my hair up. They always look at me like I'm a totally different person when they see me on land! Yeah - no duuuuh - I'm a girl!
Friday afternoon, we drove down to the desert close to Bnaider for more shinannigans. At the junction where 30 and 40 meet, there was a fleet of traffic cops waiting for anyone to drive upwards of 120. One guy right next to me got nabbed. The only reason I didn't was because I had slowed from something like 160 because there was an obviously-drunk driver following us and I slowed waaaaaay down to let him pass. He was driving a 9 year old Yukon with 3 DVD players - all on. I just find that ridiculous. Who NEEDS all that crap? Anyways, I was mentally wishing that the cops would get him, but they didn't. Why is it that they never get the bad guys in reality?
We had a good time in the desert until Sheikha Minor started with the drama. Whyyyyy the draaaaaaaaaama? We're all having a good time and BAM... the frickin movie begins. I'm so not into the "I'm a princess" girlie dramas. So, the Romanian and I shot outa there and went to McDonalds to get our drive-home Quarter Pounders.
The desert has been jammin this year - quite literally. Parties don't start until at least 12 am and last until sometimes 9 am. That is so people can avoid police checkpoints; also - most of the families don't sleep in the desert so the party noise can start after families are gone. As one of my Kuwaiti/American friends says, "The most important piece of apparel you can have in your Kuwaiti party wardrobe is a good pair of sunglasses for the drive home". So true. We went to 2 different camps. The second had an elaborate iron gate and nice marble floors in the bathroom. Je suis impressed.
Friday afternoon, we drove down to the desert close to Bnaider for more shinannigans. At the junction where 30 and 40 meet, there was a fleet of traffic cops waiting for anyone to drive upwards of 120. One guy right next to me got nabbed. The only reason I didn't was because I had slowed from something like 160 because there was an obviously-drunk driver following us and I slowed waaaaaay down to let him pass. He was driving a 9 year old Yukon with 3 DVD players - all on. I just find that ridiculous. Who NEEDS all that crap? Anyways, I was mentally wishing that the cops would get him, but they didn't. Why is it that they never get the bad guys in reality?
We had a good time in the desert until Sheikha Minor started with the drama. Whyyyyy the draaaaaaaaaama? We're all having a good time and BAM... the frickin movie begins. I'm so not into the "I'm a princess" girlie dramas. So, the Romanian and I shot outa there and went to McDonalds to get our drive-home Quarter Pounders.
The desert has been jammin this year - quite literally. Parties don't start until at least 12 am and last until sometimes 9 am. That is so people can avoid police checkpoints; also - most of the families don't sleep in the desert so the party noise can start after families are gone. As one of my Kuwaiti/American friends says, "The most important piece of apparel you can have in your Kuwaiti party wardrobe is a good pair of sunglasses for the drive home". So true. We went to 2 different camps. The second had an elaborate iron gate and nice marble floors in the bathroom. Je suis impressed.
Gee, and I had Patrón Tequila last night since I figured that my last chance of Tequila for a few weeks....good to know that there is some in Kuwait as well! Once I shovel out the 9 inches of fresh snow from my driveway I'm off to the nonstop party referred to Kuwait.
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I love how you've become so accustomed to the crap that goes on here, like the drunk guy following you or the trash you talk about every now and then.
ReplyDeleteAlso I respect how you don't seemingly freak out like a typical girl, you actually took it calmly like it's an art you mastered lol.
Inshallah you always stay safe : )
Schlumberger Boy: Don't expect to find Patron here - and if there is any, I'ma drinkin it! :) LOL. My friend, Jose, is few and far between, unfortunately.
ReplyDeleteA 3 AM Flight: It IS an art form! It is easier to sidestep the landmines when they have been marked - if you know what I mean.
I was a little worried about the move to Kuwait until I read this blog. "Parties in Kuwait"?!?!? I didn't think they existed! Not to mention TEQUILA!!! Now if we could grow some agave in the desert of Kuwait... we could definitely be on to somethin'.
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