The Party House
We stumbled into the upstairs lounge, all four of us, sleep muzzy and disheveled, but then again, it was 3 in the morning.
“What is that?” asked Mr. Ambassador, who is no longer Ambassador anymore, but still gets to be called that. He was asking about a wailing, like that of an injured cat, only accompanied by music.
I blushed to the roots of my hair. Fortunately, it was dark. No one could see the depth of my humiliation
“It’s the party house.”
This was punctuated by shrieks of laughter from the new influx of ‘hostesses’ invited to entertain the male guests when they ceased their karaoke singing. Doors slamming, karaoke machine at it’s highest setting, the party is in full swing.
AdventureMan broke the ensuing horror-filled silence.
“We are SO sorry. It hardly ever happens. Most of the time they aren’t even there. You just happen to be here on the ONE night.”
With the beautiful weather, we have our windows open. We make up the beds in the rooms on the other side of the house, close all the windows, and turn on the air conditioning to muffle the alcohol-fueled revelry.
“Can’t you do anything? Can’t you complain?” my good friend, the ambassador’s wife, whispered to me.
“It’s their compound. We tried complaining. Nothing happens. I can’t tell you how embarrassed I am that this would happen while you are here, as our guests,” I replied.
She laughed – diplomatically – and brushed my embarrassment aside. She’s a good friend.
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WoW, I can c y it would be embarrasing
good thing they were good people and got a sense of humor π
haha thats embarrassing
why when we want to be at our best, things start to go wrong, weird things happen for the first time?
I don’t get it
Vinnie – Thanks for your sympathy!
Yousef – You made me think – yes, it’s a universal, when we want things to be at their best, the unexpected strikes!
Oh, my goodness! Is there a 11:00 pm rule around the compound? That is in saneβ¦
Polar Panda, you are in for a big eye opening when you come to Q8! On the compound, there are a lot of westerners, but it is a very international compound, and on the weekends, there might be parties going late – much later than 11. Outside the compound – many times the evening is just beginning around nine / ten / eleven. Weddings may run to two or three in the morning, this guy starts his parties at three and ends around when the first call to prayer sounds – around 5:30. Aarrgh.
Oh-oh, we’ll rent an apartment in Mahboula and I pray that the birds on top of us and beside us will not do this to us.
I will write this on my prayer list. Seriously! π
LOL, Polar Panda, some people call Mahboula the Wild West – it’s got a lot of apartment buildings, and a lot going on . . . Pray hard!
WHAT?? Oh, my!
LOL! stuff like this just happens when you’ve got company. π
Mathai, you think it is funnier than I think it is!
Guess what, we’ll start the party at 5:30 am!! π
Hahahah… sorry, it isn’t funny π
I’m glad I’m on the ground floor and I know the people upstairs very well, though we’re just guilty of not loud music, as that doesnt resonate through; but some lively banter while every smoker steps outside on the patio.
Flaming – Are they out there smoking at 0330 on a work night, so loud your neighbors can’t sleep? I seriously doubt it. Honestly, the party house would be irrelevant to me if they weren’t so flaming inconsiderate!