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Thursday, April 14, 2011

Birthday

Sometimes you just gotta wake up at the crack o’ noon and be like “alright, it’s go time! What t-shirt am I gonna wear?”

I’d say that was a pretty good start to the day. Although, I did manage to rouse myself at 8 for some breakfast before going back to sleep. I don’t even try to hide the fact that I sleep late anymore. The nuns who used to berate me for it now accept it and even joke about it. Nothing better than seeing a nun for lunch at 1 and having her greet me with “Good morning!” They also sang me the extended, holy version of happy birthday at supper later that night; it was quite the scene.

Speaking of which, the night that couldn’t get going and almost didn’t due to a case of malaria and a broken leg (relatives of our friends who access to cars), finally got under way and ended up being a great time. Simon, Steffi (one of the Germans) and I hopped on a matatu and headed off to the bar John took us too.

One problem, we didn’t remember how to get there or the name of it. So we walked alongside of the road after getting dropped off roughly where we thought it was. After an hour or so of dodging drunk drivers and pitfalls from the construction equipment, we decided to head into a hotel that seemed to have a decent music scene.

We sat and drank for a little while before being picked on by the KiSwahili speaking comedian. I guess we were asking for it being the only white people there. I somehow ended up on stage with him thanks to Simon who blurted out that it was my birthday. I think most of the questions that I had to answer were dealing with women and which one I was going to take home, but it was all in Swahili and I had been drinking. But by the end of it I was a celebrity amongst all of the cougs and there was no shortage of dance partners or free drinks for the remainder of the night. It was a blast up until the end of the night by which time most of the women had left and the floor was full of drunk men trying to dance with Steffi. All that meant was that Simon and I had to continue dancing aggressively by blocking them off!

Great night.

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