Lynnś Weblog

Its Saturday night — rather Sunday morning 1am. The techno clubs are in full throb mode. The streets are heavy with traffic. I made a run to the all-night gas station for milk (and chocolate of course) and was pleased to see the normal insanity back in full swing. Valet guys running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Women of all ages dressed to the nines strutting their stuff, and guys of all ages wearing enough cologne that as they walk by, you choke on the fumes. Walking by Gemmayze street – street of a thousand bars and clubs — the traffic was at a stand still,  cars were bumper to bumper and people swarming all over. This is a good thing. Past week or two had to take a toll on the businesses there. That quiet, nervous tension of waiting to see whats next seems to have evaporated. Tonight Beirut finally exhaled with relief and a desire to party.

I actually am glad to see the annoying techno clubs in our little alley back in full swing. The guys who run the little hotdog stand at the end of the alley came back yesterday and tonight stand to make a killing on the club goers.

I can deal with the noise for a few more weekends, because that is all the time we have left in this place!! We move to our own little apartment in the Bourj Hammoud neighborhood the first of the month. Steven and Rana are renting the apartment next door to us. I will miss Alex and his sense of humor, but he knows where we live and is always welcome over for meals and playing dueling guitars with Jibril.

Now for a couple valium to blot out the fact that my bed will be vibrating to a repetitive bass and drum beat until 5am.