I can just picture what it’s going to look like at the hair salon today. Chaos!! All these women competing for the hairdresser’s attention and the poor man running around like a headless chicken trying to make everyone happy but someone is bound to accuse him of negligence. Is it me or do anyone else sense an almost increase in hostility amongst women in Lebanon, be it on the streets or at the salon or during shopping? It’s not rocket science I get it. Us women are more competitive , almost cat-like in nature, possessive, territorial you name it, and so it doesn’t take much for women not to click and not be shy about not clicking. But what I’m talking about here surpasses shyness, it’s more like a blunt in yo face hostility. For example, the whole driving and honking business in Lebanon, for the past three times every single time I felt a car is tailing me or honking at me it happens to be a freakin woman!! My own sex is out to get me!! And it doesn’t stop there, it’s almost like these women are ready to get out of that car and whip your ass! (more…)
Entries from December 2009
Feline-Unfriendliness
December 31, 2009 · Leave a Comment
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Post-Christmas Activities
December 30, 2009 · 1 Comment
What a night I had last night! My head is pounding. I’m on my second bottle of water and its just noon. Before I get into the details of last night I need to fill you in on my blue-eyed hero from Dragonfly. His name is Ziad and his arms are so muscular. He bought me a drink and we spoke for a short while but he had to leave with his friends. I don’t know much about him except that he runs the “family business” but it must be doing well because I couldn’t help but notice the Porsche he was driving. He’s the touchy- feely type and I usually can’t stand that but not with Zizo. Each time he would softly grab my arm my heart would skip a beat. He’s a smooth guy. That’s the best word I can find right now to describe him, maybe its cause I’m so hungover I’m dreaming of digging my choppers into something super greasy like a burger from Lets Burger. YUM .So Ziad took my number and said he would call me soon for drinks. I went to a band called Slutterhouse’s concert at Snatch last night with some of my friends. Actually it was more like a one-man show but it was a hit. The guy’s like a mix between Mick Jagger and Justin Timberlake, a strange combination but he really pulls it off. Apparently he lives in Paris but is doing a couple of gigs in the region. They played his super trippy video on the big screen and the crowd was really into it. I wanted to meet him after his performance but people were huddled around him. As soon as the music turned into RnB my friends and I really got into it. We danced like no one was watching! I finally left the place at around 2 am and met this really goofy guy at the door who was also waiting for his car. He told me his friends call him Kibbeh Nayeh and that he is from Zahleh but he spoke with an American accent. He was an artist and performs at Bar Louis so I think I’ll go check him out soon. Oh and I also received a message from Rony last night!! He says he wants to talk to me about what happened that night. Ya like I need to hear any more details about his make out session with the tower of terror. I need to stop staring at phone every two minutes hoping Ziad will call.
I’m still debating whether or not I wanna wear this dress I got from TopShop yesterday to New Years Eve. Bisoux
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No, I Am Most Certainly Not Here With Him.
December 28, 2009 · Leave a Comment
I was able to move my ten-pound heavier self (thanks to all those Christmas BUCHES ) to DragonFly on Saturday. I was on my first Gunpowder drink with some friends by the bar when I met Nader, who chatted me up by asking what was in my drink (not the most original line, but it works) and offered to buy me another one. So, I thought it would only be fair if I verified the ingredients with Ninio the bartender aka my unofficial therapist.
Ninio made us shots which tasted exactly like strawberry cheesecake mmm. I’m not usually into long beards-types but there was something charming-like and intellectual about Nader’s. He worked at a local non-profit and seemed like a down to earth kinda guy.
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Santa Don’t Need No Helper!
December 26, 2009 · Leave a Comment
I think I know how a stuffed turkey feels. I ate enough to feed an entire village in Africa this Christmas. Not to mention the amount of wine I consumed, red Ksara, white Blanc de Blanc, pink Myst, my kidneys were putting in extra hours. I need to hibernate until my body can resume regular functioning again but I thought I’d just pop in to give you brief update on my encounter with Rony. He wasn’t as tall as I hoped but he certainly provided me with a much needed dose of eye-candy for the holidays. We hit it off right away. He loved the Santa’s Helper apron and I strategically wore a Santa hat, just in case he forgot who he should be reporting to. At some point he became my official wine pourer, making sure my glass was always half full. I love me some optimism. He was one of those guys that made you feel like you were the only girl in the room. (more…)
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Mall Madness
December 23, 2009 · Leave a Comment
I just L.O.V.E. Christmas time! But traffic is unbearable this year. I drove to the mall last night and it was a disaster. The city had literally transformed into one giant parking lot. Not a single car was moving and I could tell from the looks on everyone’s faces that everyone was feeling the pressure. When I finally made it to CityMall it took me another half hour to find a parking spot. Which leads me to ask…why do security guards let you into a mall’s parking lot when they are clearly 100% occupied? Can someone please humor me with an answer?
Right as I was making my way through the entrance there it was above me. What I was dreading the most this season. Drumroll please. MISTLETOE !!!!! Great, this was just what a single girl needs this time of the year, a cold hard reminder of not having a special someone to share a romantic kiss with under the mistletoe.
The good news is I’m invited to my girlfriend Mia’s Secret Santa gathering tonight and she promised to guarantee a generous supply of her boyfriend’s single friends. My secret Santa was Rony, a guy I had yet to meet. It’s hard enough to figure out what to get a male friend, I now had to buy a gift for a guy I had never met. I won’t lie I had already formed a picture of Rony in my head. He was tall, tanned and funny. I would give him his gift and we would instantly hit it off. He would also love watching movies, especially chick flicks and together we would try out new restaurants. We would eventually double date with Mia and her man. My fantasizing was abruptly interrupted by a chubby kid who shoved his shopping cart right into my ankles. I shrieked in pain but the kid didn’t notice and continued to terrorize other shoppers with his dreadful cart.
My safest bet was to buy Rony something from Thierry’s Friends. I picked out a cute apron with“Santa’s Helper” sprawled across it. May not be the ideal gift but definitely a conversation starter. Will let you know how that one goes
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Nightmare at Beauty Centre Part II
December 22, 2009 · Leave a Comment
So I decide to get a “pose vernis” when the owner of the place, Tarek happens to walk into the store. I met him before and thought he’s kinda nice but borderline sleazy. He decides to join us upstairs and flops on the couch next to me. I won’t lie I was starting to feel uncomfortable. Here I was getting my cuticles cut next to some man who by now asked me three times “tishraby shee?”
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Nightmare at Beauty Centre Part I
December 22, 2009 · Leave a Comment
Have you ever had your eyebrows tweezed by the same lady for months and months that you just stop telling her how to shape them because you’re finally comfortable enough to surrender them to her? And then suddenly you’re reminded to never get too comfortable and to always make her feel the pressure to perform? So this weekend I go to the same lady (estheticienne) that I have been going to for the past 6 months. She seemed a little tired and her stomach was making some crazy rumbling noises. She told me she hadn’t eaten since the morning. “Well try not to snack on my eyebrows” I nervously joked. But I knew something wasn’t right. Her legs were super fidgety as she plucked away.
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