2012 is right around the corner. But somehow 31st December takes me back to the New Year’s Eve of 2010. The craziest start of a new year I ever had in my life. For it involves my Arab host brother,Palm Springs in the U.S. and lots and lots of vodka.
Now don’t get up on your toes Mr. Ibringchange.
I did not drink any, for my lips are virgin still. But this is a story I seldom mention to my peers because it’s worth getting anyone in trouble.
For Christmas 2009 my very kind American host mother took the family to California for a vacation. There we explored much to our amazement that getting inside an adult party was a piece of cake. So I and my very sober looking brother, who we refer to as H, got in at a very nice and fancy party at a resort on new year’s eve. Being neglected alcohol all his life, the party was H’s nirvana. His drooling face was enough to indicate that and even after my utmost neglect, he took one shot after another. We did had some chit chat with some really cool people at the party but his hands started turning into balloons when the waiter finally asked the sixteen year old for his ID Card. I will not fail to admit, deep down in my heart, I was at ease.
And guess what H did; he ran.
No explanations. No tear eyed guilt testimonies. Instead the hedonist ran for the door.
And I followed. For about 30 seconds I could make the hazy iguanas behind his T-shirt, but soon I lost sight of him. For he was hiding. Hiding behind a freaking bush. Covered in sweat he was whispering:
“Dude I don’t wanna go to jail. He’s after me. Save me. I am too young. Save me. Save me. They are coming.”
I looked behind and to our amazement no one was following us. A lucky escape perhaps. And being a guy who tends to be nice, I took him to his room, calmed him down and finally, relief and freedom. Freedom from the indulging affairs of my host brother who I had to care for that and many nights before. If he would have been caught that evening, man his life was at stake (okay this is me referring to the fact that my nutty host brother was indeed on a one year scholarship to USA). Good times.