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A night at Jamal restaurant in Betroun; (August 11, 2009)

Note: Story extracted from my diary of Saturday, July 26, 2008

The weather is cloudy and slightly windy this afternoon.  Hanane left early. David slept over and is helping William with a project.

Adrea left with Elie (the driver of Victor) to open the dress shop.  Chelsea is watching cartoons and Victor is sleeping.  Ashley has finished taking a shower and is getting dressed.

Victor wanted to take Chelsea with him to work, but Chelsea would not miss her scout meeting this afternoon.

David and Ashley are assembled in William’s study (on the ground floor and I was using the other half).  A girl is honking for David to chase away the dogs in the courtyard.  Tony has joined the gang of three in William’s study.

I sat on my computer (that William has assembled for me) and resumed writing my diary.  Victor and Raymonde left at 5:30 p.m. for the wedding around Betroun.

Ashley brought down a few pieces of “gateau glace”: they had purchased two large pizzas from Pizza Hut.

A discussion was floating around “where to spend the night?“.

Romie, (a friend with David and Ashley)  strongly suggested Jammal Restaurant in Betroun; she said that she was familiar with the owner and the restaurant is inviting a band.  Nobody offered another alternative, so Romie’s option was agreed upon by default.

Betroun is a coastal town, about 75 minutes drive, and it has been experiencing some attraction with its nightlife and bars: there is a powerful rumor that the USA intended to establish a maritime base around Betroun.

These are pure chimerical dreams in Lebanon: even if the US wished to have a base in Lebanon with all its heart, it cannot happen.

Around 8:30 p.m. Ashley asked me if I would like to join them for a night out in Batroun and I accepted.  Elie brought Adrea around 9 p.m. and she was satisfied with the selling of clothes: she had cashed over 200,000 LL.

We drove off around 10:30 p.m. in two cars; Romie and David went with Hanane; the second car was driven by Fadi (friend of Tony).  Ashley, Tony and I went with Fadi.  Ashley stopped at the Byblos bank to get cash and we met at Antelias public parking lot.

We met Habib and then we dropped Hanane’s car in the parking lot of the supermarket Aoun in Zouk.  Hanane drove with Habib and we stopped in Jubail (Byblos) to pick up Youmna (David’s girlfriend); she was wearing high shoes and hanged a long face to prove to David that she is very upset with him; probably David failed to provide details on how to dress according to the event.

We arrived at Jammal Restaurant by 11 p.m. as Fadi realized that he is running out of gas for the return trip. Fadi decided to check a gas station to fill his car tank.

We had to cross the dense main street of Betroun in this crowded Saturday night. I guess we found no gas stations around; Fadi ended up consuming more gas and we got in the restaurant pretty late.

The entrance fee to Jammal’s was $20, including two drinks.

Many were swimming in the sea and there was a firework in the nearby beach.  Hanane and Habib were already enjoying a swim in the sea; we had hard time finding an empty table by the sea.

There were many foreigners in thongs and swimming trunks. Most of the girls were drunk or getting there fast.

It was not just an impression; my walk to the isolated far end of the beach showed me the precarious barefoot steps of the girls, and their need to get hold of arms and waists.

I ordered vodka and cranberry juice because I like sour cranberry. David danced for an entire hour with Romie, uninterrupted, and in lascivious contortions.  I joined them at the outside ring of the open “dancing floor” along with Ashley, Hanane, and Habib.

The tiny passage to the bar was blocked by the dancing area. Fadi was bored; I am not sure if he is on a short vacation or he is leaving shortly to France for a job.

A Capella Lebanese band started playing after 2:30 a.m. I decided to have a swim but the beach was filled with rounded stones; the waves made it even more uncomfortable to reach the deeper part.

At 3 a.m. everyone in our group decided that it was time to leave and it was a let down for me because I felt that this is the best moment for the party.

My getting wet was not worth it. What with these people?  If they were already worn out before going out then why force it?

Habib dropped David and Romie at Aoun supermarket and we picked them up; it was an occasion for me to piss “en plein air”.

We arrived home by 4:30 a.m. Tony decided that he was in an adequate form to drive home to Furn El Chebbak.  I backed my car to let Romie drive to Beit El Kiko.  I ate a small “fatayer bi lahm”. I had many dreams by 6 a.m.




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