Day FiftyTwo

Hangover Day.

Though I didn't go out last night, I'm being a compassionate dorm-mate

and hanging around and hanging over with the rest of the 

sleepless

intoxicated

tired 

mates of the hostel.

One (vibe) for all

and

All (vibes) for one.

Midday discussions over beer

 include peanut butter (Mallory's favourite)

and vegemite

(Joel's favourite- yup we got an Australian in the house),

and both seem to be desired heavily

on the sunny terrace.

We decide to go out for lunch and we set a time.

The time comes

and goes over

and over a bit more

as we are gathered in what has become the 'gossip/girlie dorm'

to prepare hair, styles, ethos'

and an appetite.

We're all ready and the girl gang meets Australian guy for the long desired lunch.

We reach an Armenian restaurant in Burj-Hamoud 

and order things we don't know the look or taste of.

They arrive.

We dive in.

And the sensation of having a meal hasn't felt that good before.

#exaggeration

The guys keep having beers and I just grab a 7up.

I'm hanging big time;

til I remember I didn't go out last night.