And fireworks scare the shit outta me. Just thought I'd share. After spending a couple months in a "conflict area" I no longer am amused by the idea of making loud banging noises for fun.
Two acquaintances of mine who ran the English Language school in Tirana, Albania had previously worked in Yemen during the civil war. Under fire, Shell Oil got them out with Shell’s employees, and they were brought to London, where their employers got them first row theater tickets…
…to Miss Saigon.
To hear them retell the story is very funny. It was not so funny at the time.
tell me about! I also can't deal with movies that involve shooting, especially in theatures with surround sound. Of course, George, my host father, laughes as me...
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Date: 2006-07-04 04:58 am (UTC)Your book got moved with me. Its around here somewhere. I'm sorry I've been lax on getting it back to you :-(
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Date: 2006-07-02 06:00 pm (UTC)…to Miss Saigon.
To hear them retell the story is very funny. It was not so funny at the time.
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Date: 2006-07-03 02:53 am (UTC)did they appreciate the show?
did they even go?
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Date: 2006-07-04 04:57 am (UTC)Ugh. The neighborhood kids are still at it in the park across the street. The cops have been by twice, and the kids are still going at it.
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