The Man Pulling Radishes
Pointed My Way
With A Radish

- Issa (1763 - 1827)

Sunday, May 31, 2009

i guess i should start posting now so here's #1: Espisode One: The Phantom Visa

Hi. for those of you who know me, i guess i don't need to introduce myself, for those of you who don't, where did you come from and why are you reading my blog? jk i am flattered that you (theoretical) people are taking your time to check in on what i'm up to and i will try to make it passably interesting, without compromising the highest standards of journalistic integrity of course...
i guess since we're in those eerie predeparture hours where i and my fellow traveling companions are carefully eyeing each other deciding who will be the most likely to provide a good meal should we crash on some island off the coast of Africa and the need to sacrifice a member of the party for food become apparent, i dont really have a lot of actual experiences to deliver. though i can up the ante by dropping a few nervous details, such as the fact that we have yet to be issued our visas from the Cameroonian Embassy here in DC. "the mean lady" may have promised Sam they'd have them by last Friday, and despite our repeated attempts to offer bribes (supposedly its one of the most corrupt countries in the world, perhaps the punishement for those few straight edges is to send them overseas...) we have yet to get them in hand, which has caused us to change our flight from London to Cameroon already by a day, but we are holding out to the very end like a trio of texas hold'em pros on our London flights cuz to switch them would be totes expense, to say the least. Now with all the cards on the table, the moment of truth comes tomorrow morning when we see the flop, insha-allah (god willing) we'll be cleared for take-off.
If not, i for one am considering departing sans-visa and starting a life of international crime, complete with purloined artwork and tricked out mini coopers.
If our tears and the burlesque show we plan to throw tomorrow at the embassy pay off, i'll hail next from either London or Cameroon. If not i'll probably never post again as it doesn't pay to have an identity in Scenario #2. just have to wait and see...

1 comment:

  1. siler. first of all, no one wants to see you doing Burlesque. not even stuffy embassy employees in cubicles, no mater how you've disarmed them with deplorable puns.
    secondly, i am amused and delighted by the title you chose for this blog, and would love to hear your profound analysis someday.
    this is your sister, by the way.

    ReplyDelete