Tonight, as promised for the past few nights, Livan made us "flaming bananas." Unlike the normal culinary wizardry that he normally pulls off, this was a simple concoction created by pouring rum on bananas and lighting them on fire. Surprisingly, it tasted like a banana lightly soaked with rum, and smelled like it had been set afire. Unfortunately, we all decided that it would have been better if we just ate the bananas, drank the rum, and played with the fire.
Two days ago I had a relatively abnormal experience. I was struggling in a dream to remove cigarette ashes from my mouth (how they got there is beyond me), and so my logical solution in the dream was to just spit until they were all gone. However, I woke up to find myself turned over, head hovering several inches above my bed, as I spat and drooled onto my sheets. I'm not sure why this happened, but my guess is either that the French smoking habit is finally affecting me or that I'm subconsciously compensating for the fact that I'm not riding a spitting camel in Morocco right now.
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damn...ur posts make me mungy hungry. and nothing's open here on sundays. one of the worst features of the "continental" culture!
I'm glad you and your blog started seeing each other again. You have a fabulous narrative voice when you write. Your anecdotes are always outlandish and funny. And Jason Bourne is like a god among men. It must be the kebabs...
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