i was able to ask permission from wifey to have a night out but sadly, my buddy was not available as he was determined to evade me for some reason. he was watching a movie, so he claims.
so i roamed adliya frustrated and mulling on what to do with the rest of my evening. this wass a rare occassion for me to go out alone so i wanted to savour he few hours. after going to hsbc, i proceeded to vins bistro and spent a few dinars for my favorite screwdriver, concocted by my bartender friend who used to be my intern! it was a cold breezy night. the basement was smokey and quite full of the usual regulars mostly arabs. one local was trying to befriend me but my friend warned me that he is some kind of a crook. so after some customary greetings i settled and brooded on my 5 rounds with pumpkinseeds on the side and around 12mn, i walked my way to our flat which is like a kilometer away. i woke up with a heavy head and went straight to the breakfast table. it was misua with sardines and fried eggs, bread and strong coffee. nice cap for the hangover. my small adventure had me thinking of my life on this island such that i woke up to a few realizations which is why i resolved that today is a red letter day for me, , i.e. from Wikipedia A red letter day is any day of special significance. i just want to mark this day as significant.........period.
it's funny, though this blog is private but still i cannot disclose fully my thoughts and feelings. Arrrghhhhhh. or maybe because the effect of my booze has waned off. darn. can i just drink vodka everyday?