Still a bit woozey. Last night was my friend Suzan's birthday. We went to a bar near her house. It was mostly her cousins and brothers, although her mom showed up for a little while, which was hillarious. Here is the crazy part of the night. Suzan is Lebanese; which, by itself, doesn't mean much. However, I just got back from Israel, and I'm in the process of becoming an Israeli citizen. If anybody has watched the news in the last month, you'll know that it would be an interesting time for me to hang out with about a dozen Lebanese people. Her mom yelled at me for bombing her country. I explained that I, personally, didn't do anything. She seemed to accept that, and then wished me the best of luck in my return. I still spent most of the night talking only to Suzan and her boyfriend, it was just easier that way. Of course, after I got drunk, my friend Mona showed up. Now Mona isn't Lebanese, she's Palestinian. It was okay though. Once she was sure that I didn't kill anybody in her family, she bought me a drink. In the end, it was a good night. I'm just glad Suzan's dad didn't show up. He would have killed me.
devil_tunz:
good job laying the blame elsewhere 