Picked up the ever so pink and delightful Sugar Power from the airport a few days ago. She and her gypsy bags were on their way for yet another adventure to meet the queen again. She carried three black bags, a pink feather in her hair and precious Melburnian memories. ‘I brought a gift for you, but i’m sorry… i drank it!‘, she said.

As we lazed around from one bar to another and talked, and talked, and talked more (wait! can a guy actually do that? ) i realized that i hadn’t missed her at all. It was almost like the past five years had turned into days and we were picking up from where we left off ‘just like that’.. unbelievable!
The wine flowed incessantly and as our tangents began to defy the fundamental notions of conversational geometry, i remembered how familiarly awesome her quirkiness was. Now it isn’t everyday that you see an emarati guy in a dish dash (also the owner of the hotel) laugh as he gets punched on the shoulder again and again by a crazy hippy!
Ardessa Nica Jessau! you remind me of Mr. Gump’s fantastic stories! YOU ARE AWESOME!!!!

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