I wrote this on the bus on my way to Ottawa last Monday. I wanted to recount my night out with Layla's uncles. I tried to post this the other day, but when I found blogspot everything was in Arabic and I couldn't figure out how to write a new post. Of course, I have new stories now that I'm in Jordan, but I don't know if I have the energy to recount them right now. We'll see, maybe.
I have to tell about the hilarious night I had on Saturday. It’s too funny to not share.
Layla’s uncles and grandma are in town from Saudi Arabia. On Thursday, Claire (my sister) made a New Mexican dinner for Moe (Layla’s dad), his mum and 3 brothers. It was a nice evening and I got along with the family well. I was really excited to meet Layla’s extended family on the other side- I certainly see some resemblances, especially in their big, brown eyes!
Wow, it was a room full of big eyes; a little intense. Anyway, the brothers wanted to go out with us (Claire and me), so we arranged to go out with them on Saturday.
On Friday, Claire and I ate at the Khyber pass with Bruce and then had a pretty wild night following. This meant that we were not in the most well-rested state on Saturday, and as it turns out, neither were Moe and his brothers. We all went for a drink and some pub-fare and we were going to see a movie, but decided against it. Claire wanted to go home and go to bed, and Moe was also feeling like he should since he had to work the next morning, so I said I would take the brothers out. Well, the brothers are Moe (whose full name I cannot recall), Leith, and Feras. Moe (#2) is only 17, Leith is 20, and Feras is 22- so they’re all very young, and they’re all very sheltered from growing up in Saudi Arabia.
We were looking for a club or bar to go into and there was one on St Laurent which had a group of about 5 girls going in, so I thought that looked pretty good. Hey, maybe these boys could flirt… or just look or whatever (they’re really shy). So I asked the bouncer what kind of music it was and the guys okayed it, so
we went in. I got a beer and the boys ordered one and were standing, backs to the bar, looking out at the club, which was still fairly dead because it was quite early. Right behind the boys were two young men who started making out. Not just a little kiss but full on tongue, and hands, and well, I’m sure you can picture the rest- they looked like they were newly in love. So then I looked behind me and started really looking at the other patrons and realized that the only other girls in the bar were the 5 we saw coming in. All the guys in the bar were very clean-cut, and well, very gay. I told the boys that we were actually in a gay bar and Leith turns and sees the 2 guys making out- he looked very uncomfortable. I suggested that
we just finish our drinks and then leave, they agreed. I was super impressed that they agreed to even finish
their drinks there.
I figured that while we were there, we may as well dance a bit and Feras agreed to join me on the dance floor. Behind the dj there was a large screen with some images being projected. At first they were totally benign and Feras and I were sort of awkwardly dancing with the bubble machine from above streaming
bubbles down at us (really!). I had my back to the screen, but Feras comes over and says he can’t dancing facing the images anymore so we switch and I see, on the giant screen behind him, a bunch of guys running around in loin cloths, wrestling, and generally doing other homoerotic stuff. It was really too much. It was not just a gay bar I’d brought this young Arab boys into, it was the gayest bar I’ve ever been to! I honestly couldn’t stop laughing.
Oh fuck, I just have to interject to say I think I’m on a milk run to Ottawa. Crap, if this takes 4 ½ hours I may shoot myself. I also might miss the hours for the visa office and have to stay until tomorrow, which would be a serious wrench in my machine. Thank god I didn’t wait until Tuesday to do this!
Anyway, after the gay bar, we walked around for awhile, but all the bars had crazy line-ups and I didn’t want to wait in any of them, especially since Moe is only 17 and doesn’t have ID. We ended up going into a little pool hall and I won us a pool table so that we could play pool. It ended up okay, I think. I mean, it was an experience anyway. I doubt they’ll want to go out with just me again any time soon!! Haha.
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