Watching a Moroccan Pop Music Show (kind of a modern Moroccan version of Lawrence Welk) with your new Moroccan family while eating dinner at 10:30pm.
Listening to a band with one of the worst singers ever to walk the face of the earth.
Watching the drum player in the band play so enthusiastically that his entire body gyrates spasmadically as if jolts of electricity are pulsing through his body.
Laughing with your little Moroccan sister so hard that you can't breathe, your stomach hurts, and you almost start to cry.
Watching your Fulbright partner grab a drum and imitate the spastic drummer with amazing accuracy.
Beginning the laughing process all over again
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
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