We spent the evening in Ainkawa (the Christian neighborhood), first to catch dinner at Beirut Bar, then to check out a hookah bar in the area which turned out to be really nice. It was decorated with locally woven shepherd bags, and felt like a cozy deer hunter lodge. Under the influence of screwdrivers made with fresh-squeezed OJ (with pulp!), we ended up, how shall I say, being really honest with each other. One of those nights.
It was nothing disastrous- quite the opposite. I feel closer than ever to them now. You can spend all the time in the world thinking about a person, but you'll never really know him or her until you spend time together, in each other's presence. Over drinks, to speed up the process. It was one of those nights where you come up with random, t-shirt worthy catch phrases like “I'm not dirty, I'm inquisitive.” One of those nights where you regress to your college days and play flip cup and discuss orgies and 5th dimensions in a half-serious manner. One of those nights.
It was nothing disastrous- quite the opposite. I feel closer than ever to them now. You can spend all the time in the world thinking about a person, but you'll never really know him or her until you spend time together, in each other's presence. Over drinks, to speed up the process. It was one of those nights where you come up with random, t-shirt worthy catch phrases like “I'm not dirty, I'm inquisitive.” One of those nights where you regress to your college days and play flip cup and discuss orgies and 5th dimensions in a half-serious manner. One of those nights.
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