And the 2 am Bahji photo run.

Picture this: Its Friday night....you've just left an overpacked, but still fun, salsa/reggaeton party and decide to    go to the beach for coffee after driving around half of Haifa without finding parking. It takes forever to finally get the waitress' attention and when we do, Shahryar doesn't order, he asks for a pen and begins drawing what i figure a duck on crack might look like. (pictures to follow).  After meticulously drawing this damn bird, he starts pointing at things....beak, eye, wing, foot, tail.  So, "repeat after me" Shahryar says (which is never a good sign)...."beak (be--ak--we repeat uncertainly), eye(eye), foot(i'm not sure where he's going with this), tail (ass, whatever)".....and then with a sly grin....and "think the one i left out in your head--concentrate real hard" (he's busily folding the druggie duck napkin into a shape like a large staple) "yup, real hard, concentrate. Ok, stick out two fingers."  i am done. i refuse to have anything to do with whatever is getting cooked up here....god bless Yasmine, she's a champ. the 'staple-shaped' napkin goes over Yasmines fingers....."Now," says Shahryar, "say the word i left out twice real fast."  Poor Yasmine...."wing, wing"...Shahryar giggles....picks up the staple paper, puts it to his ear and goes: "ALO??? HAHAHAAH" in this total FOB meets Brit accent.

Maybe you had to be there?

Tummies full of hot chocolate and tea, we set off to Bahji to drop Shahryar off at home while jamming to Michael Jackson and Green Day ....and ended up taking some pretty cool pictures in the pitch black, west parking lot, which i will post if Bijan ever gets around to sending them.