Monday, July 10, 2006
World Cup Lounging
Aaah, the World Cup. Last night was one of the times that reminded me how blessed I am. I’m in Afghanistan, I’ve got great friends and family and we have fun.
Oh, and my team won after Zidane lost his mind. I just picked Italy for this match – I was supporting the U.S. and Brazil but they crashed and burned early in the tournament.
My friend, H, put out an Afghan rug and cushions in her yard, set up a white sheet against the wall and my cousin, H, set up the projector. We watched the game outside in the cool, night air. I fell asleep during the first half.
We saw flares in the distance but my cousin, the expert, stated that they were flares used as firecrackers. I don't know about that but I didn't have the energy to figure out anything during the game.
I lounged on the rug, argued with my cousins about the game (it was not a foul) and who was taking up too much space on the rug (he was), laughed, ate way too much, hooted and hollered during the game.