on being famous...

this morning as i was brushing my teeth, i got a text from an ex-pat friend saying that one of my roommates and i were pictured in the paper. we had been anticipating this as the paper photographer took our photo on saturday night when we were out with friends. when we got into the office, one of our co-workers started talking about how he had seen us. we proceeded to investigate online to see if we could dig it up. the great part (at least to us) was that in a joke on the press, who had caused some serious trouble for us last time we were in the news, we had told the reporter a fake name for my roommate, and that we were from mozambique. as we were perusing the world wide web, our landlord, of all people, texted me and said, "nice to see you guys in the paper this morning". we found the article which included a photo of the two of us-the three guys we were with had been mysteriously cropped out, and a small column on the reporter's take of the place we were at that night. some of the highlights included:
"A lot of ex-pats were seen tapping their feet to the music. Some of the people spotted include Anita, Nichola, Marianne, Peter, and Eric."
so funny...my life here is just funny sometimes.