Story of the Day

So, I'd like to start posting regularly, with a "Story of the Day" theme, but the idea relies on the presumption that something tell-able happens every day. That presumption is, I fear, untrue, so I may have to stretch to find stories... But in anycase, here's a story for today!

So... foul is tasty. It's a middle eastern dish that's usually made of fava beans, in a spiced sauce. Anyway, I was out and about today, and decided to stop in at the Cafe Aladdin over on Rural, since I'd never been there, and pick up some take-out. When I ordered, however, I pronounced "foul" correctly (it's like fool, kinda, but with more, um, Arabic-like consonants), and this broke the ice with the owner, who then offered me coffee, and Ali and I (that's the owner's name) ended up sitting outside in the gorgeous weather smoking rose-flavored sheesha, drinking arabic coffee, and chatting for a good half an hour. He's from Lebanon, and he of course extolled the virtues of his home country and how much more civilized it is than other middle eastern nations. Whenever he talked about Lebanon, though, all I could think about was the part of "Spy Game" that takes place in Beirut, because I watched it for the first time last night with Lindsey, Melody, and David. Anyway, lunch today was quite the cultural experience!

Alright, thus concludes my story of the day. I'll try to make sure that I have an interesting occurence to relate tomorrow, as well; this could be fun!