yo quiero taco bell

Last night we went to Libya for a party. Ok, we didn't actually go to Libya. I'm a terrible liar, but Alex (my roommate) likes to call it that, the neighborhood of the Villa of her friend Mostafa (aka T-fa, Big John). The point is that it is far, and took a long time to get to, even longer considering that we were caravanning(in the desert, how appropriate!) with two other cars, and got lost at various times driving through the strange collection of cement factories, farms and fancy villa compounds that constitute the area outside of Cairo. This is where (wealthy) Cairenes go to get some fresh air, to get away from the grime. I found it really funny driving out there, because it felt to me just like driving out to damascus or some other DC suburb, until you saw the palm trees, or the truck covered in neon lights, or the men in galabbayas walking down the road.
The house was very nice, a pool in the back, candles on every surface, as Alex predicted, a DJ and a copy of the Kama Sutra... held by a little bust type thing of a black woman with some sort of instrument...? Ok that was really strange. The party was fun, despite some sort of obnoxious fellows who were persistent. Highlights of the night (besides the 1.5 hour drive there):
1) The Chips. They were SO good, "exotic BBQ" flavor
2 The conversation I had with Camille about English grammar, which scared the annoying fellows away-- "We're talking about grammar. We are very interesting girls!" (camille)
3) When the DJ stopped playing crappy house music and started playing hip-hop --"sounds like freedom!"- Meredith
4) My favorite EVER egyptian ladies. It's really funny how in Cairo, you can go from feeling completely indecent to very primly dressed in the course of a few hours. These two women, who were sitting on a couch when we arrived and stayed in the same spot, changing poses periodically, were really the best part of the party. They both had about the same smug, collageny pursed-lips expression on their face, like clearly they were the best looking things there. One, the lady in white, was wearing a cropped white sweater which exposed her belly completely, a white belt, low rise, tight white pants and of course, knee-high, furry white boots. And very long black hair. The second, standing right next to her was like her opposite-- she had bleached-blond hair, black pants, a trendily segmented black top with one long sleeve and one short, and some holes across the stomach --one of which left the bottom half of her breast hanging out--with the threat of showing the whole thing if she lifted her arm. And some pretty fabulously sparkly bling bling-- a necklace with huge letters on it that we thing said max, and one huge earring that was a K...? We were pretty sure they must be some sort of singing duo, or advertising campaign.

Ok, so that was the party. The drive back was uneventful, except for the huge taco bell craving that overtook us all. Our entire conversation on the way back was a listing of various taco bell menu items. When we got back, we ordered a "mexican" pizza, the closest thing to tacos we could get at 4 am in Cairo. There's still a lot of sweet corn left over on our living room floor.