So yesterday was Alex's birthday! That was fun. Leo and I went with Nebras and Manuel to Moulaya for some tea while Alex was asleep. This is Nebras. He might live with us next month just for fun in a different neighborhood. Like any average Syrian in their 20's, he lives with his parents. It's pretty standard and they think it's pretty crappy that most of us move out at 18 in the US.
This is Manuel. He was born in Venezuela but he's Syrian. His family moved back here a while ago, or at least long enough for him to seem like the same as any Syrian yet happens to also know Spanish.
After that, Manuel left us to go get ready to go to Switzerland for the rest of the summer and Nebras, Leo, and I went in search of a cake. The guy at the shop asked who the cake was for and at first we said Alex, then Iskander, then we settled on the Arabic name that Nebras had given him. So it ended up saying عيد ميلاد سعيد رامي (Happy Birthday, Rami). We took it home and Leo woke up Alex and told him to come downstairs, and we lit the sparklers on the cake as fast as we could, only for Alex to take so long putting pants on that he came down just in time to see the last sparkler die. But we had an extra one, plus I took pictures and video of the whole occasion. He then drank Arak (a very strong middle eastern liquor) out of a chocolate cup that was on the cake and almost died. More or less a good time had by all.
A little later on, Fernando came over with some junkacheros (I don't think I'm getting that right, much less spelled right, but it's supposed to be Spanish for tall boys), and we got plenty drunk to end Alex's birth anniversary. Needless to say, I slept in today.
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