I had the illest hummus at brunch yesterday, which got me thinking about a lot of things (but mostly: hummus). And as far as I can tell, Lebanon runs this town. (See http://tinyurl.com/6bqamdf).
It's a really interesting interaction because North Africa and sub-Saharan Africa have some beef I don't understand.
Though there is intermingling here, there doesn't seem to be intermarriage. This so perplexed me that I started asking around. This just about sums it up:
Me: Do you know anyone Lebanese married to a Liberian?
Mom: Well, the women return to Lebanon at a certain age.
Me: Do you know any Lebanese men married to Liberians?
Mom: No.
Me: No?
Mom: Well, there's one.
Me: So, there's one.
Mom: Yeah but the woman is half-Lebanese.
Me: So, no.
Mom: No.
My buddy recounted a story about "getting Leb'd" at dinner for seven one night. What in the hell, you ask? This is when a group goes out to eat (or drink or dance) and the well-to-do Lebanese in the posse up and pays for everybody.
Honestly, I hope to be baller enough to not only cover dinner for seven but do so so consistently that the act bears my name.
That is all. As you were.
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You're cool too.
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