Zombie
Published Sunday, September 11, 2005 by orange you glad | E-mail this post
There is an Italian guy (about my age) who lives in the apartment below mine. I think he has been here about as long as I have. Every Sunday, it never fails, he blasts The Cranberries song "Zombie", singing/screaming along:What's in your he----ad, in your he---ee---yyeee--ad, zommmmm--beeee, zommmmm--beeee, zommmmm--beeee, zommmmm-beeeebeeeeebeeeeeee!!!!!!
Imagine this in a really strong Italian accent. Strange, strange guy. I always forget that he does this until it is Sunday evening again and there he goes. I guess we all have our rituals.This morning, Lauren & I co-hosted the first of (hopefully) many brunches. There were 10 of us. We prepared and served french toast, fruit salad, a cheese plate, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, cheese & onions, ham, and bagels (difficult to find in Kenya). I think it was a success despite the slight miscalculation with plates, forks and cups (when you rent a furnished apartment it usually only comes with 4 of each). It was fun and one of the guests was an Argentinian pilot who hopefully will be able to get us a cheap ride to Mombasa in a few weeks (she has a friend who is driving down - we won't be flying). These social gatherings are proving to be a great way to make great contacts (and friends).
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