"not bad for french dudes"
Burke would be happy to know I'm at a standing desk right now.
So there's these french dudes that throw a party every Monday night and basically anyone is invited. It has the winnings and losings of being largely expat, but it's a great way to meet people, or namely, meeting girls to invite to my parties. Every week it happens and they roll with sauce I could never afford, though a little drink or two always finds its way to my quivering hands and lips. Anyway, these guys could use a little schooling on maxizing the party of their sweet ass apartment and such, but they don't do too bad for such great colonialists.
Anyway, we'll be hosting festivities soon and I've been pondering how to maximize the party of Our sweet ass apartment. The dynamics are quite different from the Lodge. We're not talking about ragers, but more cocktail parties or, as I like to call them, networking events. You don't have a couple making out along the wall and I'd be damned if I ever saw a community container of alcohol (now that I mention it...), these tend to be a bit more civilized and grown-up, if you will. Don't worry, soon we will perfect the chair layout, shisha location (still need good coal preparation process), playlist, and most importantly, that 40/60 ratio. My phone needs a few more numbers to comfortably pad my depth, but the day is young. Deep down, you know she's a beautiful baby aching to party. And to the Frenchies, I won't offer my number, but you bet I'll see you next Monday for my weekly dose.
So there's these french dudes that throw a party every Monday night and basically anyone is invited. It has the winnings and losings of being largely expat, but it's a great way to meet people, or namely, meeting girls to invite to my parties. Every week it happens and they roll with sauce I could never afford, though a little drink or two always finds its way to my quivering hands and lips. Anyway, these guys could use a little schooling on maxizing the party of their sweet ass apartment and such, but they don't do too bad for such great colonialists.
Anyway, we'll be hosting festivities soon and I've been pondering how to maximize the party of Our sweet ass apartment. The dynamics are quite different from the Lodge. We're not talking about ragers, but more cocktail parties or, as I like to call them, networking events. You don't have a couple making out along the wall and I'd be damned if I ever saw a community container of alcohol (now that I mention it...), these tend to be a bit more civilized and grown-up, if you will. Don't worry, soon we will perfect the chair layout, shisha location (still need good coal preparation process), playlist, and most importantly, that 40/60 ratio. My phone needs a few more numbers to comfortably pad my depth, but the day is young. Deep down, you know she's a beautiful baby aching to party. And to the Frenchies, I won't offer my number, but you bet I'll see you next Monday for my weekly dose.
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HA!..frenchies. next week. next time maybe try real pants....maybe
I think Egyo looks good on you.
Like a necessary and rockin revolution, mixin the old with the new. A little bit of serioso and crayzieness... !
Miss you kid.
you aren't the only one partying up the new pad, Spike Eric Tony and Adam got an apartment together, and they are still aching to throw the rager. Little do they know it, but I am going to plan one for them fairly soon. The spoken goal of the semester is to make sure Spike avoids the fate of the 40-Year-Old-Virgin, despite the fact that it was a funny ass movie. check out some of their rants at http://mochasprinkles.blogspot.com/
Hey Mike,
Check this out:
http://www.dktinternational.org/egypt_prog.htm (<- Phil Harvey's org in Egypt)
(is that what it's like on the ground?)
About Phil Harvey (online adult toystore owner with a mission)
http://www.motherjones.com/commentary/notebook/2002/11/ma_158_01.html
and i love the standing desks. not only is it just easier to work at one, but it is also more condusive to getting the only thing you need to worry about...
I've actually met someone who works in the condom business in Cairo (http://jngah.nomadlife.org). When I asked him about it, he outlined it something like this:
The pharmacy is the logical place where condoms would be sold. However, sex outside of marriage is incredibly taboo, and a pharmacy selling condoms may be seen as promoting such actions. Also, the buying of condoms may be seen as an admittal that someone is engaging in sex sans marriage. Thus, two things result. Young (or old) people are timid to buy them because of the social ramifications. Second, if a more conservative customer comes in and sees this pharacist promoting such actions, he may become very upset and raise a ruccous, possibly alerting other customers of the situation. These customers may never come back to this draconian pharmacist because of his low morality. If they see someone else buying the condoms, they may give them grief as well.
As you see, its a tough market to dance around.
Coke had them in the bathrooms. Giggity-alright.
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