Gentlemen, rock the casbah

Enjoying in our company

I lied.

After global village, there was a gathering in my room of the LCPs of 6+ Canadian LCs, including Thomas and Kyle. We played Never-Have-I-Ever with amazing results.

Example statements:
Angry white dragon
Urban dictionary sex terms
Sleeping with relatives once removed

Etc.


Stay tuned!

Some damage control

Note to self: I should not be allowed to be anywhere near a keyboard while intoxicated. Especially when I think I'm being hilarious.

Oh well.

One of the tamer shots from last night (what the fuck am I doing with my left arm):

Selfish goals abound

1. I managed to make a complete fool of myself tonight. Pictures to follow.

2. I'm going to be single again. How will I ever pick up the pieces and carry on? How will I ever get over him and be myself again?

Goddamn you and your mail order bride...

Plot the course

So I'm trying something new this time. Usually when I write these I somehow lose focus or interest before finishing and I invariably wind up either going through my entire list of bookmarks or flipping on the TV. With that in mind, I've literally hidden both my mouse and remote control on the other side of the room. Maybe I'll get more than a few lines down this time.

It's been several weeks since Morocco now. I'm a bit ambivalent about finally writing this so late after-the-fact. Other things have arisen which have clouded my memory of that wondrous event. But then again, I imagine that the really important things, the truly memorable things... they would have survived the gauntlet of short term memory.

So where to begin? Perhaps with the beginning. But to make things interesting, I'll lump in the ending too. The flights were relatively uneventful, for the most part. Security was what I pretty much expected it to be too. All three of us got pulled aside in Atlanta for a thorough check, but it was pretty routine and I'm convinced it was legitimately random. Emily got to give an elevator speech about AIESEC to her security officer and I actually found out that my guy has a girlfriend in AIESEC in South Africa. At least that's what I think... he might've thought I said something else. But meh, it doesn't matter. Paris security was pretty relaxed. I felt bad for the woman in front of us at one point though. She had gotten duty-free alcohol at some point and hadn't had a chance to stash it in her checked luggage... and they made her ditch it at the international flight security check point in CDG airport. It was pretty ridiculous, but I guess there's no way around it. I thought it would've been awesome to just pop it open right there in the security line and start a Nordic circle with everyone there, minus the chant at the end of course. I told her in passing to open the bottle, take a swig, and pass it back in the line. The other Americans in the line grinned at me, so I guess it wasn't just me that had the idea. Security back into the States was a nightmare though. The safety color code thing was at orange or whatever for Atlanta, D.C., and Cincinnatti, so we had to wait in a million more lines and jump through a million more hoops. At one point in Paris they even ran background checks on us. It was all a blur though, I spent the first 60% of the trip home hung over and sleeping it all off. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

I'm going to jump to somewhere in the middle now. This was the third night of the conference, and the OC had set up a party on the beach. The prep for this night was the epitome of ridiculous if there ever was one, because they were worried about outsiders showing up to the event. More security issues, right? So anyway, they had us line up by country delegation like they make you do in elementary school. Then the OC, Facis, and Moroccan delegation linked hands and formed a human circle around us. I shit you not. Then this human circle led us like a herd of sheep the quarter mile down to the beach. The point was that anyone not inside the human circle didn't belong at the event, which I guess sounded good in theory. However, the problem... was that the circle moved at different speeds at different spots. Remember, this circle had to encapsulate at least 200 people, so it was rather large. Eventually the circle started to break in certain places, leading to people having to join the circle to patch up the tears. I myself got sucked into it. But eventually it just completely dissolved, but we were within steps from the sand already anyway. And then there it was... the Moroccan beach. They really went all-out for it. There was a bonfire and the dance floor thing was set up on the sand with (apparently) a famous DJ there to spin for us. I looked up at the moon... and it was truly spectacular.

I couldn't help but be amazed that I had actually traveled further than the horizon I had seen countless times back on those beaches in Florida. And of course, it was AIESEC that brought me there. I'd gone to so many new places and done so many new things since my Florida years, but this felt like the capstone achievement of that part of my life. For some reason, somehow, being there on the beach at midnight at the other side of the ocean gave me some closure that I hadn't realized I had been lacking. Even now, I can't describe exactly what that closure entailed. The realization that I was beginning a new chapter in life felt surreal. There was a sense of anxiety but also a sense of calm. It was distressing to be confronted with "what-ifs" once again, but there was subtle comfort in knowing that things had worked themselves out without me even being aware of it. I was once again left with the questions of "What do I do now?" and "Where do I go from here?" But this time... it felt like a challenge.

So yeah. I didn't exactly share this magic moment with the rest of the delegation. It was kind of cheating, because in reality, it had very little to do with the general sentiment of the MENA region. But in all honesty, no one has an attention span long enough for all of that. Not during plenary... hah.

After the conference, we spent the night in Mohammedia with friends of Emily's family. Great people, true testiments to hospitality. It was a little awkward though, because I'm always left feeling guilty when my hosts treat me as well as I had been treated. Not to mention the strange hygiene products they had in their bathroom. One was apparently Chinese, but had been badly translated into English. One of the words used was "horniness". It was shampoo.

Afterwards, we took the train to Rabat and got completely screwed with the ferry to Spain. There was no way we would be able to make it to the city we needed to be at. So we ended up shelling out all this extra money in order to fly from Casablanca to Barcelona. But I'm getting ahead of myself. We spent a great day in Rabat just walking around with Rachid and some other Moroccans and a couple token Tunisians. Too much happened there for me to talk about. I bought a silver ring though! It has one of those rotating centers. Apparently Maddie got the exact same one. Great minds think alike, eh?

Crisis averted, we made it into Spain. However, it would cost us even more money and more time to get from Barcelona to Valencia. We had originally planned to spend a full day with Preston. But as it turns out, we spent that whole day in transit: Rabat to Casablanca, Casablanca to Barcelona, Barcelona to Valencia. When we finally arrived, we had a mere six hours before we had to be at the airport to return home. And to top it off, poor Emily had her backpack stolen in the Barcelona train station. Preston found us, though, and good times (and donner kabob) were had. We went to this bar where I apparently drank a few too many cocktails and made a complete fool of myself.

I realize my anecdotes are getting more and more vague and curt. Blame it on the attention span.

Let's see. What's left for me to ramble about... ah yes, that's right... nothing. Well I'm sure there's something, but therein lies the flaw with spending too much time on the most significant thing. Invariably you end up forgetting about everything else. At least that's what happens with me.

Maybe I'll be able to write more about this later.

Just slide away

It's my 21st birthday on Sunday. Yippee.

I'm trying not to make too big of a deal out of it. Because in all seriousness, it really isn't. Globally, the age of 21 doesn't have much meaning. Here, it means you can drink alcohol. Legally.

I think I'm just going to go out on Sunday and have a cocktail and toast existence.