I went to Amin bhai, my barber, yesterday, and got my hair back to my regular size. It was nice, I missed not having to gel my hair every day before going out. Now I can just roll off the bed, and show up.Came back home and got an invite to hang out with Annabelle and the gang. It was just what I needed after a day of solitude. Well, rather a day in bed with Lonely Planet Egypt. I wasn't a big fan of Lonely Planet Guides, but the Egypt one is quite good, and it's saving me the usual browsing around aimlessly for information.
Other update: Got my passport back this week, and applied for UAE visa for my June meeting. Let's hope this works. I'm feeling boxed in by work and academics. Need to get away soon.
During the hangout, I had an epiphany. I was explaining this popular theory that you only get three big loves in your life, in order to convince someone to stop wasting time and moving on. Then I realized that I've had my three already. In Sex and the City terms, I've had my Aidan (the easily satisfied), Big (the teddy bear) and Steve Brady (the best friend with benefits). Well, come to think of it, had my Trey McDougal (the genteel) and Harry Goldenblatt (the crude loudmouth) too.
So, I actually have minus-two big loves left. Hmm. Don't know how to feel. I should be grateful to have met so many interesting people. Or lament the bleak future ahead.
Or move to France with Alexandr Petrovsky. So Big could come rescue me in the final episode.
