This is my life

Yesterday I went to my friends house, ate some chicken nuggets, drank some liquids and got in the car to drive to Dubai. When we got there, we had to meet up with a friend and her boyfriend, but his phone was dead and homegirl wouldn’t answer hers consistently. Somehow, likely with the aid of magic, we managed to find their location.

Unfortunately, none of us were fit to be driving to the actual event that we were in Dubai to attend. And Dubai is shit for getting taxis. So homegirl decided it was an awesome idea to stop a random car and ask the random man driving it if he would be willing to drive us to the event.

He agreed, which later led me to question his sanity… So the five of us crammed into his coupé BMW. When we got to the event, we bought our driver a ticket and all entered the most amazing event ever.

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Holi!

Colored powder everywhere. Flying in your face, in your mouth, in your ears. Strangers ambushing people from behind, who don’t even realize until they see the person they’re talking to burst out laughing. Instant friendship with whoever has color left. Then immediately sharing right back any color you might stumble upon. Finding someone with glitter and freaking out with happiness that they will share it with you. Getting surprise hit with elusive white powder, king of all powders. A face that is barely recognizable under all the layers of color.

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Please note my blue mouth. I spit blue for an hour. I do not actually have any idea who the other girl in this photo is, but she had glitter, so we were besties.

After party at the driver’s house and the most delicious pizza that has every graced my mouth. Then back out to the bars, looking a-fool, and getting in trouble for standing on a garbage can that someone else had knocked down. A reunion going on across the table. A flirtation going on on the other side.

Waking up at the driver’s house, with your phone and your friend’s phone, without a clue where that friend is. Glimpsing, out of the corner of your eye, the powder staining the driver’s couches and pillow. So many random numbers appear on the call log. Hearing the doorbell ring and seeing your friend show up with the address scrawled in blue pen on her arm. Reminiscing over Arabic food about the amazing, ridiculous, magical night that was holi….

If you have never been to a holi event, you are missing out. Find one. They host them all over the world.

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6 Responses to This is my life

  1. Expat Eye says:

    What a great night! I could do without spitting blue but the rest sounds amazing!

  2. Kristine says:

    That looks soooooo FUN!!! Reminds me of this film I watched called “Outsourced.”

  3. Amanda says:

    Best. Recount. Ever. so that’s what I interrupted! hahahahhaa

  4. bahahaha ‘she had glitter., so we were besties.’ CLASSIC. I’ve been soo curious to do one of these fests!

  5. Aussa Lorens says:

    I’ve never heard of this! *rushes off to google*

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