bench-press

yep. that's me. bench-pressing. pressing a bottle of juice to my lips, that is. sitting on a bench, in a stream of sunlight, watching the world slithering slowly by.

last night i went to the lizard - the crowd was shitty to the point that when i left, everyone who was working begged me to take them with. i went past the coffee shop where a guy from our base works, and got into an interesting debate with an ethiopian girl (born and raised here) about my africanness.

i managed to convince a taxi not to overcharge me to mmf's. i stopped for a bite to eat... and to my shame, to look up something for work... and then took a walk to the meimad.

that was worth 45 sheks. the music was great, the vibe was good. an hour or so later the mongoose and his date joined me - although it was barely noticeable :P

afterwards we went for humus. REALLY good humus, general silliness, and then it was time for bed.

the only reason i got out of bed was for total desperation for something cold to drink. when i went to pay, she asked me for more than i anticipated (i went with practically no cash, so that would have been a problem). she asked me what the dumbfounded expression was for, and i asked about the deal on the juice. "oh, my bad!" and i felt much less bewildered.

but not enough to be coherent. methinks. back to bed.