5:43 p.m. - 2009-02-11
It's Those Little Things
On Wednesdays, Lyra has her "Theatre/Drama" class. This term is all about dancing. Originally, it was held at a place in an older mall where they have an "edu-fun" indoor playground area which she loved to screw around in waiting for her class to begin.
They moved to the much more modern Pharoah's Club, a health club located in Wafi Centre. It's an Egyptian themed shopping/dining/drinking destination (to call it just a mall is selling it a tiny bit short). It's a hell of a lot easier to get to, park and hang out while waiting for her hour long class to take place.
There's something to be said about a (fuck it, we'll call it a) "mall" that has an ok tapas bar with outdoor seating that has living there, a fairly friendly feral cat to keep you company. So what if it takes a gentle swipe at you for petting it incorrectly. Maybe it was angry at me for getting a little bit of lager head on it's nose.
The only way this late afternoon could have been better would be if I had something to read or my phone to surf with. Nah. I'd have probably just did what I did: pet the cat, have a beer and enjoy my jambon croquettes.
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