Adventures Of Bee مغامرات النحلة الجبارة

The moments are dividing into two extremes:

Daytime family hell, and nighttime heavenly delights...Every night is full of pleasant mysteries waiting to unfold, oblivion is such a bliss, the pleasures of the moment are more and more acute and tasty.

My territory, that one I relentlessly marked daily during five years in my favorite Beirut bars, is well preserved. From the usual welcome Jack shot at Regusto, Hamra, to the Jaggermeister shots and closing Jack glass at Bulldog's, Gemmayze, my seat is always reserved, and I usually gladly fill it and the rest of the bar, if not with laughter, then songs, stories and sarcasm...my usual, er, big, character that is. hehehe.

As Shadi was upset yesterday night and had his mind set on gettink prrretty wasted...we started with a cocktail, a cosmo, for me, at Bardo. At around 8.30 pm. later a glass of "La Dame Blanche" white Kefraya vino .Later, Regusto, welcome JD shot, a bottle of Blanc de Blanc, Ksara...ensuite  ila l Gemmayzeeee.  Bulldog  was  quite  empty  and Michel , my dear square headbanging mate was in charge. He played the complete Death Magnetic album, to my delighted ears...and my rather large appetite for "juicy sweet" was satisfied  with  Jaggermeister shots and a glistening glassfull of liquid gold.

The mission was perfectly accomplished!

And here comes the morning after in the following order...Street noises...Mayyy, Shams, Mekweeeye, Neskaffffeeee...and back to the PC to import all the music I want in my head for the couple of months to come. It sounds relatively serene, had it not been for the non stop demands: call ur grandma, thank her for the kebbe balls,  let's visit ur uncle, thank him for his trouble at blah, let's go buy veggies from wherever...and all the hopping from an issue to another. A sharp, long, slim knife taking multiple stabs at my brain.

Tonight, I will visit my father, the very kind man who shaped a lot of what I am, and has no problem with any hair color, tattoo or piercing I have, strangely. Another 2 hours where I will return to the stupid child that admired her papa for his amazing storytelling of history, except for the recurring glasses of Black label, his favorite.