Hello,
After working hard at my project, I came home and passed out for a solid hour. Once again, I used my phone to track my sleep (cause I'm a weirdo) and I was in a stone cold deep sleep for a solid hour. Impressive!
After that, I watched TV by myself for an hour and remembered that the SIT group was meeting a restaurant called Waffle House to celebrate a girl's birthday. I really did not jump off the sofa to go. How fun could a Waffle House be? But I decided I should show up. Worse case, I could leave. Turns out all 22 people showed up and the whole group sat at one large table, last super style.
IT WAS AMAZING!
I somehow directed the cab to the restaurant based off of what Max, a student from SIT, told me. I made it on time too. Surely this was a perfect indication of how the night was going to go. The Waffle House was amazing and totally different then a Waffle House in America. I ordered an orange juice, scrambled eggs, white toast and potatoes. It was cooked diner style which was amazing soul food. The potatoes were a bit raw, but all in all it was amazing, especially since I have been missing my diner food. They even had a large bottle of ketchup on the table and I used so so much of it. It was a total American moment.
After I ate my breakfast, I joined the group in smoking argeela. Such a weird combo. Argeela at a Breakfast place? They had a strawberry flavor that was so so smooth, arguably the best argeela I have ever had. After that, we had legit American coffee. You have no idea how hard that is to find. This place had so many little treasures.
I also bumped into a girl from Middlebury at Waffle House. She was not particularly kind to me. She walked over to me and started up a conversation, then brought me over to her table to tell me how bad my program was and how essentially my Arabic must suck in front of all of her friends. I told her she was wrong and cranky then walked away. No time for haters, especially ones that go to Ivy League schools. I was going to have fun while she sat there with a stick in her bum smoking her cigarette.
There was another large group of Jordanians sitting at a large table next to us. Turns out, the Waffle House is also a Karaoke spot and they started singing Adele songs. While this is not typically good karaoke music, the woman was an awesome singer. Some of the people also sang Arabic songs. It was impressive and great. Soon, the SITers decided to join in. I forget who sang the first song from our group and what it was, but I went second. This surprised the group as I am normally the person that sits in the corner when I happen to be there. I told the man at the cash register that I wanted to sing "Red Solo Cup" by Toby Keith. He put it on. I picked that song because it does not require great vocal ability, I could make it funny if things went bad and I could act it out in a cute way. When the phrase "Freddy Mac can Kiss my Ass" came on, I literally stuck out my butt. So haram!
I think the group was shocked. I had dance moves with the song and emphasized certain words. I honestly think I got the party party started. I kept yelling for them to join in. The room was signing loudly with me. It was so neat as I have never done Karaoke before, especially in a Waffle House. When I stopped singing, all the employees stopped to clap and all 21 SITers started chanting my name. It was so different. I was stunned. This happened for no one else.
We kept singing. I participated in singing "Wherever, Whenever" by Shakira with a group. There was no way I was going to top "Red Solo Cup", so I left that as my song. Some of the other songs that were sung were "Afternoon Delight" and "I Touch Myself". A group of guys also sang "Courtesy of the Red White and Blue [Angry America]" by Toby Keith just to do something crazy. Surprisingly the owner was so happy to have us. He kept letting us sing and even the waiters kept leading us in dancing. I believe one of our last songs was "I Will Survive" by Gloria Gaynor. This was hysterical. I put the videos of the songs below.
Red Solo Cup- A fun song by Toby Keith
"A red solo cup is cheap and disposable
And in 14 years they are decomposableAnd unlike my home, they are not foreclosableFreddie-Mac can kiss my ass. Woo!"
Whenever, Wherever
After working hard at my project, I came home and passed out for a solid hour. Once again, I used my phone to track my sleep (cause I'm a weirdo) and I was in a stone cold deep sleep for a solid hour. Impressive!
After that, I watched TV by myself for an hour and remembered that the SIT group was meeting a restaurant called Waffle House to celebrate a girl's birthday. I really did not jump off the sofa to go. How fun could a Waffle House be? But I decided I should show up. Worse case, I could leave. Turns out all 22 people showed up and the whole group sat at one large table, last super style.
IT WAS AMAZING!
I somehow directed the cab to the restaurant based off of what Max, a student from SIT, told me. I made it on time too. Surely this was a perfect indication of how the night was going to go. The Waffle House was amazing and totally different then a Waffle House in America. I ordered an orange juice, scrambled eggs, white toast and potatoes. It was cooked diner style which was amazing soul food. The potatoes were a bit raw, but all in all it was amazing, especially since I have been missing my diner food. They even had a large bottle of ketchup on the table and I used so so much of it. It was a total American moment.
After I ate my breakfast, I joined the group in smoking argeela. Such a weird combo. Argeela at a Breakfast place? They had a strawberry flavor that was so so smooth, arguably the best argeela I have ever had. After that, we had legit American coffee. You have no idea how hard that is to find. This place had so many little treasures.
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| Paige and Allan. Allan is pretending to eat syrup while Paige is smoking argeela. |
I also bumped into a girl from Middlebury at Waffle House. She was not particularly kind to me. She walked over to me and started up a conversation, then brought me over to her table to tell me how bad my program was and how essentially my Arabic must suck in front of all of her friends. I told her she was wrong and cranky then walked away. No time for haters, especially ones that go to Ivy League schools. I was going to have fun while she sat there with a stick in her bum smoking her cigarette.
There was another large group of Jordanians sitting at a large table next to us. Turns out, the Waffle House is also a Karaoke spot and they started singing Adele songs. While this is not typically good karaoke music, the woman was an awesome singer. Some of the people also sang Arabic songs. It was impressive and great. Soon, the SITers decided to join in. I forget who sang the first song from our group and what it was, but I went second. This surprised the group as I am normally the person that sits in the corner when I happen to be there. I told the man at the cash register that I wanted to sing "Red Solo Cup" by Toby Keith. He put it on. I picked that song because it does not require great vocal ability, I could make it funny if things went bad and I could act it out in a cute way. When the phrase "Freddy Mac can Kiss my Ass" came on, I literally stuck out my butt. So haram!
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| Me singing Red Solo Cup |
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| Party at the Waffle House |
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| Singing "Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue". |
I think the group was shocked. I had dance moves with the song and emphasized certain words. I honestly think I got the party party started. I kept yelling for them to join in. The room was signing loudly with me. It was so neat as I have never done Karaoke before, especially in a Waffle House. When I stopped singing, all the employees stopped to clap and all 21 SITers started chanting my name. It was so different. I was stunned. This happened for no one else.
We kept singing. I participated in singing "Wherever, Whenever" by Shakira with a group. There was no way I was going to top "Red Solo Cup", so I left that as my song. Some of the other songs that were sung were "Afternoon Delight" and "I Touch Myself". A group of guys also sang "Courtesy of the Red White and Blue [Angry America]" by Toby Keith just to do something crazy. Surprisingly the owner was so happy to have us. He kept letting us sing and even the waiters kept leading us in dancing. I believe one of our last songs was "I Will Survive" by Gloria Gaynor. This was hysterical. I put the videos of the songs below.
Red Solo Cup- A fun song by Toby Keith
"A red solo cup is cheap and disposable
And in 14 years they are decomposableAnd unlike my home, they are not foreclosableFreddie-Mac can kiss my ass. Woo!"
Whenever, Wherever
"Whenever, wherever
We're meant to be together
I'll be there and you'll be near
And that's the deal my dear"
"Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue"- Toby Keith wrote this song after September 11 and the songs discusses how America is going to get whoever is responsible not exactly in the best way.
"Justice will be served
And the battle will rage
This big dog will fight
When you rattle his cage
And you’ll be sorry that you messed with
The U.S. of A.
`Cause we`ll put a boot in your ass
It`s the American way"- So inappropriate for a Jordanian anything.
I Will Survive-
"And you see me, somebody new
I'm not that chained up little person still in love with you
And so you felt like dropping in and just expect me to be free
But now I'm saving all my loving for someone who's loving me"
After singing for a while, we just started to dance. They put on some country songs that I really enjoyed dancing to. People really liked my country dancing. They also put on Michael Jackson's "Thriller". I busted out my MJ moves that I have from long ago. The floor actually cleared out and people stood around me and clapped. I was more surprised that I still remembered the dances and was able to move that way. The owner thought I was hysterical and liked how I could dance to everything. He decided to put on Riverdance. Surely no one could dance to that. Meg turned to me and goes "Do you know Irish Dance". I replied "Actually, I know a small bit". As a result the group forced me to dance. I wound up Irish dancing in the Jordanian Waffle House. I actually did a pretty good job for my experience. The owner was shocked and I think it confirmed in all my classmates minds that I have a varied group of interests.
The rest of the group was heading to a bar. It was midnight so I wanted to get home. When I went to leave, the "cool" kids said I was the VIP of the evening. They really liked my dancing and how I brought the party. I laughed and went home, even though they wanted me to go to the bar. That was nice of them.
Surprisingly, most of the people at Waffle House (including me) were sober. Everything this group does together turns into a booze cruise without the booze. I think three hours of activity cost me 4JD. So this place we will definitely be returning to.
So that about sums up my weird, but perfect evening.
Talk to you later,
Natalie
We're meant to be together
I'll be there and you'll be near
And that's the deal my dear"
"Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue"- Toby Keith wrote this song after September 11 and the songs discusses how America is going to get whoever is responsible not exactly in the best way.
"Justice will be served
And the battle will rage
This big dog will fight
When you rattle his cage
And you’ll be sorry that you messed with
The U.S. of A.
`Cause we`ll put a boot in your ass
It`s the American way"- So inappropriate for a Jordanian anything.
I Will Survive-
"And you see me, somebody new
I'm not that chained up little person still in love with you
And so you felt like dropping in and just expect me to be free
But now I'm saving all my loving for someone who's loving me"
After singing for a while, we just started to dance. They put on some country songs that I really enjoyed dancing to. People really liked my country dancing. They also put on Michael Jackson's "Thriller". I busted out my MJ moves that I have from long ago. The floor actually cleared out and people stood around me and clapped. I was more surprised that I still remembered the dances and was able to move that way. The owner thought I was hysterical and liked how I could dance to everything. He decided to put on Riverdance. Surely no one could dance to that. Meg turned to me and goes "Do you know Irish Dance". I replied "Actually, I know a small bit". As a result the group forced me to dance. I wound up Irish dancing in the Jordanian Waffle House. I actually did a pretty good job for my experience. The owner was shocked and I think it confirmed in all my classmates minds that I have a varied group of interests.
The rest of the group was heading to a bar. It was midnight so I wanted to get home. When I went to leave, the "cool" kids said I was the VIP of the evening. They really liked my dancing and how I brought the party. I laughed and went home, even though they wanted me to go to the bar. That was nice of them.
Surprisingly, most of the people at Waffle House (including me) were sober. Everything this group does together turns into a booze cruise without the booze. I think three hours of activity cost me 4JD. So this place we will definitely be returning to.
So that about sums up my weird, but perfect evening.
Talk to you later,
Natalie
Sounds like you really had a great time! I would have loved to have been there to see your moves.
ReplyDeletehaha it was funny!
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