Then it was time to begin my long journey home! (I kind of wish my hair could just look like this all the time. Hard to get that David Lynch pompadour just right).
...in the back of a cab! For those of you who don't live in NYC, this is pretty hard to pull off. The strategy usually consists of three people hailing a cab while a fourth person hangs back from the group. After the cab has pulled over, the group of three distract the driver while the fourth ducks down, and climbs in the back ninja style!
We got out of the cab on 3rd St and got ready to perform another difficult photo stunt...
See? It was so unbelievable. This photo looks totally staged with her little paw draped over my shoulder, but this was how she wanted to ride right from the get-go. It was about this time that we realized we'd gotten a weirdo.
As soon as we got her into the warmth of a cab, she stopped with all the strange mewling noises she was making and immediately settled down. We were trying to hold her on our laps, but she kept climbing up and wedging her self between our backs and the seat. It seemed like she really wanted to sit perched up on our shoulders.
Here's me saying goodbye to Ahmed after we got back to my hotel around 4pm! This guy was the best! Despite only knowing a few words in each others' language, we managed to talk all day for an eight-hour road trip. Thanks again for driving, Ahmed!
Sitting in mid-day afternoon Egyptian traffic after almost 20 hours of travel = feeling like this.
After getting dropped off, I wandered around and checked out a few hotels and hostels before deciding on a room at the Carlton Hotel on 26th of July Street (just a few blocks away from the Nile River!).
Then I made sure I could use my new camera to take pictures of myself where you can't really tell that I'm the one holding the camera. (Which is important when you travel by yourself!)
So fresh and so clean! After Sarah and Josh had recovered from the trauma my nizzuts had inflicted, we hopped into a cab and headed over to Stubb's for...
Since we were all pretty much recovering from my going away party earlier in the week (and also since I'd used "Hey, I'm moving" as an excuse to party pretty much every single night for the past five weeks) we decided to play it low-key and have a mellow last night at Misshapes. Here's Fatty, Amy and I on the cab ride over.
Momentarily safe whilst stopped at a traffic light, Grant captured this picture of me reflecting upon the "nugget of fear" I'd just involuntarily deposited in my shorts.
Doug had just cut off all of his hair so he had to pencil in his "devil-lock" hair with make-up. HAHAHAHA! We hopped into a cab and headed uptown to go to Dave and Viola's party (which you may remember from last year.
After spending the afternoon collecting the sun's energy with my face, I decided to impress the ladies by releasing a red, wavy death-ray from my eyes.