Moderation
Saturday night. Monot. (Yes, people still go to Monot).A few rounds of margaritas, followed by a few rounds of B52, Sambuca and Absente shots and the topic of conversation has somehow shifted to "beb il badan" and the perks of having a future doctor right there with us. This of course is followed by a "I'll prove I'm not drunk-ask me any question" game:
Ok Rasha. What's 100-7.
66.
Wrong. What's 7+4.
51.
My math teacher would've been proud.
Fast forward a couple of hours and we've completely embraced the idea of "moderation is masturbation". A friend's semi decent apartment, someone using a rather narrow halogen lamp as a dancing pole, a rather tall gentleman bally dancing, and 2 other ladies on a tabletop dancing to Need You Tonight. Very nice. Approximately 37 seconds later, and a lady is screaming at us from a balcony across. "Ya zo3ran, ya bala marba, taffouli hal mousi2a w ndabo! Ya bala akhla2...." etc etc, the latter part of the reprimand drowned out by a combination of the gasps and giggles of drunken fools really.
I wonder what was REALLY going on in her mind watching that.
posted by Rasha @ 2/26/2006 07:26:00 PM
3 Comments:
"moderation is masturbation"
That's hilarious.
Sounds fun. I wish I did the "let's act like fools because we're drunk" thing more often when I had the chance.
What was she really thinking?
Moving. :)
jij: I can't take credit for that genius phrase. Thank our friends in STP.
ramzi: nice :).
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