Flyboys at the Spitfire

Cut out of the expat party for Amy and headed over to Alex's place to check out the digs-- place is nicer than mine, which says a lot. I'm envious of his furniture and curtains, which are darker and thus make the place look a little more cozy. And he has a sea view. Bastard.

Ended up at the Spitfire to have a few beers-- ran into the first students from the TAFL Center who, according to them, never quite left the bar from the night before. The three of them have since parted ways, working for various and sundry British organizations abroad (one's in Dubai, another in Beirut) who proceeded to pay for our drinks and get wasted. Amazing how much beer they could drink. Eventually headed down to Mohammed Ahmed's for the "midnight feast" of fuul and falafel that we paid for (a ridiculous sum of 30 pounds Egyptian for five people...about five dollars).

Heard far too many war stories for my own good. Nice night, though. Don't feel like writing about it, I'm afraid.