Shab-e-yalda

Yesterday I took the car and went to Amsterdam for the day with marouf to show him around and all the things you can do in Amsterdam. We ofcourse paid the redlightdistrict a visit and the Dam square and all the other things…we went to Van Gogh’s museum and viewed all the paintings there. On the way back in the car, by the way did I mention we bought a new car? It’s a Nissan primera 1995 1.6 GLX, I decided to call Yalda because the night before was shab-e-yalda, that means the longest night of the year and ofcourse the shortest day of the year, and to congratulate her with “her” night. So I did and because of all the fuss with the car and the traffic jam and her annoying sister asking her what she wanted to drink and who I was and all….I forgot all about congratulating her and said goodbye.
Tonight as I was waiting for the bus on my way back to home from work I called her up and said what I wanted to say yesterday and she was pleased to know that I was thinking of her. She told me about the practical joke she pulled on one of her friends “sarah”, an Iranian koerd, involving The IRS, which was pretty clever even though she blew it at the end. She asked me what I wanted to do this holiday and all and I told her about the family who’s visiting me and stuff. I told her I was kinda busy and all.half of this conversation happened in the car of my boss as he came to pick me up from the bus stop to drive me to the central station. Once we approached the station I told her I had to hang up and I’d call her when I got home and told her not to go to sleep until then, as I hate to wake people by phone. She said she’d sit on her bed and count the seconds but warned me to be fast.
I told her I’ll call before her count reaches 1 million!