Following getting involved into the expats' community through the Sunday meeting with Belgian artists I went for an opening of a bar / pub / restaurant last Thursday. The place was called Havana Afterwork and it is ultimately fabulous. I luckily got the link where I could subscribed for free entrance and through my new connections I could also get a table and have a dinner. Upon the entrance we were stopped by nice women with guest lists. Fancy, isn't it? Then we entered and saw a place full of cool expats and the great music in the background. Later, the dinner. Of course, the most amazing part were the people. First of all, a young Belgian guy (half Flemish and half Walloon - isn't it a great example of a reconciliation of the two parts of the Kingdom?) - I have never met someone so funny, smart and cutely pretentious. With sincere disgust on his face he confessed not having liked the beer (in the country of beers) as this is a common and ordinary drink. It stunned me and made me want to worship him. Red wine rocks! Then having heard my stories regarding my social life in Rabat he demanded the emails of my friends as soon as he knew he would be going there. It rarely happens that I feel the same wave length with anyone.
Later, there were some crazy and wild dances on the dance floor. They luckily didn't play any severe techno or house. Just the low-quality hits of 1970s, 1980s and 1990s that I adore. Somehow later, I had this eye connection with some forty something woman. It started when I was charmingly asking for a cigarette for my friend. We had this sweet discussion. She told me she was Welsh. It was loud and I hardly understood. She thought I didn't know where Wales was but when I quickly said that the capital of Wales was Cardiff she was highly impressed. My geographical knowledge is one of my favorite tricks and it almost always works :) Later, she said she had a friend - head hunter - who could be interested in me. Not my priority to look for a job while partying but nevertheless I took her contact. If not for professional purposes then at least for partying.
Later while driving my friend (a dancing queen) home I had to change the lane in a very unfavorable place just before the traffic lights. I managed to have the eye connection with some three random guys behind me. It was so funny as I was sort of communicating with them as if in a silent movie or through the sign language. And the conversation was more than asking for letting my car in front of them. It was a friendly dialogue.
I arrived home being grateful for getting back the life is a movie moments, meeting great people, going through funny, grotesque and ridiculous moments.
And a small headache the next day at work but apparently (!) you cannot have it all ;)
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