So I know that it has been quite a while since my last blog update, but I just had the funniest/weirdest experiences…all of them in the same night, and I feel they are worthy of sharing with you all.
So the other night, we went to a wedding of one of our friends who works down at the site the climbing tower is at. They are both Muslim families, and traditionally at Muslim weddings they guys and girls are separated, but these families are not too terribly conservative so it was mixed…all of us were in the same room. While being there, I developed a little fan club. This fan club consisted of: three 13-16 age girls and their little siblings, a few younger teenage guys, some middle aged guys, and one crazy old lady. So we got there and choked down some nasty soaked-in-sugar-water Palestinian wedding cake, and then went and started dancing. This is when my fan club developed. The girls were really fun and nice, but the others…well…not so much. At one point this middle-aged man (maybe late 20ish) comes up and says that he wants to dance with me. I just kinda turned around and ignored him, but when that happened, the crazy old lady comes storming across the dance floor, grabs me, pushes the man away from me, shakes her finger at him while yelling at him, pulls me away from where I was, and acts as my body guard the rest of the time, yelling and shaking fingers at any man who looked my way. Interesting. At another point while I was dancing, one of the girls brought her little two-year-old brother to me. He was absolutely adorable so I was waving, gave him a kiss, and was giving him a lot of attention. Meanwhile, a boy maybe around the age of 16ish that had been trying to dance with me notices this happening. So he runs off the dance floor, grabs a little kid (maybe his little brother) and brings him over to me in hopes that I might pay attention to him. It didn’t work, but nice try. Lastly, for a while at the end I sat and tried to talk with the girls. They were asking questions about my family, etc. and kept saying they wanted to come back to America with me. Then at one point, one of the girls turns to me and says “I want to make friendship with you because I love you”. It took everything in me not to start laughing hysterically. I know she meant well, but it was just funny. I just said “thank you” and asked her another question. We all exchanged e-mail addresses, so hopefully we can stay in touch.
All in all, it was a fun experience, and I got some good stories from it :-P.
