Charades, Anyone?
So earlier in the week, this Jordanian/Palestinian dude I’ve been working with here for a couple of months (we’re both consultants, working on several projects for this firm) invited me to his house tonight for a home-cooked Arabic dinner. He asked me if I’d ever eaten Arabic food, and, feeling all worldly, I told him about our neighborhood Afghan restaurant, and various Lebanese and Moroccan restaurants we’d patronized. He sort of scoffed and insisted that I had yet to experience real Arabic cooking, and I really couldn’t argue the point, so I gladly assented. I like the guy.
A minor complication arose today that may render the evening even more interesting. My host’s ex-wife works here at our client’s plant, a fact that I was aware of. But just a while ago we were worrying some detail about our project, I had other things to do, and I said we could resume our discussion tonight at dinner. He got kind of a funny look on his face and said, no, we couldn’t talk about work at his house, and I thought, fine, must be some kind of old-country custom or other. No, turns out his new (a couple of years?) wife doesn’t know that he’s working here in (by my observation) chilly but cordial proximity with Mrs. Ex (who is also remarried).
“So, where’d we meet?”, I asked him, since approximately 100% of our relationship is suddenly off-limits.
As I say, it might be interesting. Film at 11.
we’ll be on the road today, but look forward eagerly to the film this evening in our wifi motel room. curious readers will want a menu too.
What Roger said. This is too awesome.
Maybe you could just stick to the safe topics, like religion and politics…
oh crap. when I have info like this, I tend to blurt out something inappropriate. as if my subconscious mind is screaming at me to tell the truth!!
good luck…
Oh PLEASE fill us in on how this goes, Phil!! The possibilities really boggle the mind.
And, as for tomorrow’s football game in Happy Valley? Bring it on, baby!
“Number One” you say?
Enh — it’s just a number — and a pretty small one at that.
You know what they say about guys with small…numbers
(All together now, people…”Upset, Upset, Upset!!”)
Go Lions!!!!!!!!
OK, Phil, we’ve waited long enough. Spill.
Are you left handed? My son tells me it is considered rude to eat left handed in Arab cultures. My hubby is left handed and this would definitely help his weight loss program if he had to eat with his right hand only.
No dearth of blogging material *this* week, Phil. First the details on that dinner party, please, and then you can wallow in well-deserved satisfaction over the results of that game!
Feh.
Sorry to be MIA. I was going to post Thursday night as promised, but I had left my laptop power cord at the office, and the laptop’s battery is mortally wounded. Then, Fridays in Milwaukee are always super-hectic as various interests vie for a last piece of me. And Saturday, I spent trying (unsuccessfully) to track down my Canon S3 IS camera, which I left in the MSP airport Worldclub Friday night. And, oh yeah, watching a little football, Carroll.
Janet - I think if you research the left-handed thing, you’ll find it’s rude because it might be un-hygienic.
Phil, NO! You lost your camera (again??!!)??!!!
Bummer on that