That night for dinner we had Couscous. (I never actually learned how that was spelled. And you think I would have when it became my favorite think to eat at Irmã Adriana’s) It was our friend from the robe store that showed us the place. The menu offered Tunny fish but we opted for the Cus cus. Our waiter was really cool but this didn’t show in the picture.So here is a funny and pertinent story. Walking back from dinner we only had 1 key for each room for the nine of us and they were both with Kyte and Me. Kyte, Andrew and I were volunteered to be the last three to enter into the hotel and so Kyte told one of the group members to grab the key because she’d need it to get into the room. But the problem with this person is that she is the type where if the idea isn’t hers, it isn’t valid or right. Anytime anyone says anything that she doesn’t understand or agree with she will just say something stupid and sarcastic. So, at this point she really put Kyte down and made her feel like an idiot but Kyte was insistent that she would need the key. She kept replying that she would just get it when the three of us came up. Kyte once again calmly explained that it wouldn’t work that way but she was set in her ways and just said something to tear Kyte down. After she left we tried to get our anger and frustration out of our system because, while she had been directed solely at Kyte, she had been doing this type of thing to Andrew and I for a long while. There was no reason for her not to take the key but because she didn’t think about it, that was reason enough. As we finally decided to walk up to our rooms there they were, the six others of the group, sitting on the floor outside the hotel door. Rather than be smart and split up and half wait in the lobby or something they just sat there. All week long they had been over cautious about being conspicuous and such but there they were. I told them that we had told them they’d need they key and she was all, “I thought you meant for 408,” she tried to cover. “Nope, we both clearly said 413.” “Why don’t we fight about it?”-Sarcastically remarked someone else from the group in perfect Team A fashion. “We already did downstairs,” Kyte and I both thought. We were both so bugged by it that they still didn’t admit they were wrong or even imagine that an apology was warranted. Oh well. Here is the view from our hotel at night. Wow! We decided we needed to have a Muslim fashion show.
It was freaking awesome huh? My hair was starting to get really long. This was after I played with it for a bit. I’m a creature of the night!Xksxksxks(Imagine the sound a cat/creature of the night would make.)
Friday, February 29, 2008
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