Thursday, July 13, 2006

It's a Dog, It's a Sheep, It's a ...

Each day, even before Naadam, that Alexandria has been in UB has been filled with loads of nutty experiences that make for good stories (although some are better told orally then written).

One night we came home much later than I ever do on my own...It was the night of the final football/soccer match and we were planning on going to a park where they were projecting the game. 12 DJs were supposed to be there spinning, starting around 11 pm, but we were waiting for friends of friends at the Great Khan Irish Pub until after midnight. Before we ever made it to the park, it got really cold and rainy, and we decided that checking out the DJs or trying to stay up until 5 am watching the game wasn't worth it. So we took a taxi home. My apartment is on the second floor, and as we stood in front of the door getting out the key, I noticed on the landing of the next flight of stairs was a man, and what I thought at first was a dog. My eyes were tired and my contact lenses were dusty, so it took me a while and then I realized it wasn't a dog. It was a goat. I was staring at them; they were staring at us. I think we were all in a bit of disbelief. The man with his goat because he probably was wondering what two white girls were doing in the building, and us, of course, because we'd never seen a goat "in" the building. (Actually, I haven't really seen any animals besides dogs in my entire neighborhood.) I think the goat was just thinking, "please don't eat me."


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