I truly love “Saturdays.”

It is my favorite day.

Will and I had a super time today. It wasn’t like we did anything extra wonderful, but it was just nice to get out (I think I say the exact phrase after every Thursday afternoon… sorry, but’s that exactly how I feel!).

I don’t have anything overly entertaining to write about, but I wanted to “document“ my day so a few years from now I can look back and read my blog and think, “See, you didn’t really hate the first few months here.“

As usual, I was in a deep sleep and dreaming something wild that involved me and Will trying to move into a new place, only we couldn’t… and it was like we were home, but we really weren’t… something like that. The substance of my dream isn’t at all pertinent. The fact that in the middle of my deep sleep we got the usual Saturday morning phone call is what counts.

I was up.

For about an hour. I tried really hard to go back to sleep, but just couldn’t. I checked my email and piddeled around a bit and then went back to bed and finally fell back to sleep and slept until around 9:30. I had to force Will out of bed, and he wouldn’t budge until about 10.

We just sort of hung out all morning. My family had went to grocery shop and run errands so we had the place to ourselves. The plan was to go to eat around 1ish, but by 12:30 Will was still figuring up his fantasy football draft, picks, something or other, so we missed that goal.

I was ready and watched my usual Thursday afternoon show, the terrible Trading Spouses. We ended up leaving near 2 or something, but I guess all that info doesn’t matter much.

Usually when we go out on the afternoons, the resturants are dead because we go early compared to the Kuwaitis. However, today since we had went so late it was busy. It was a strange feeling eating in a busy place during the afternoon. We ate our “cheapest“ sit- down restaurant meal since we’ve been here. It’s so hard to realize that we really did eat cheap when all Will and I do is convert our bill into US dollars and get depressed at how much we “really“ spent. Between the two of us we had 5 tacos and one drink. That is it. It was only 5 KD, but back home it would have been almost $20. It isn’t as gratifying to know you ate cheap in Kuwaiti terms because you know it was just a normal bill back home.

After lunch we headed to the pharmacy to get my birth control.

What an experience that was.

It was my first time ever at the pharmacy and I didn’t really know what to expect. We chose a small one and went in. Of course there were about 5 other people in this small pharmacy looking at “normal“ stuff like face wash and shampoo. I, the blonde American that totally sticks out (as if that wasn’t uncomfortable enough), was there for birth control. Okay, so to everyone else this seems like a dumb thing to get nervous about, but I WAS! Their culture is just so different so I was all uptight about having to go in and get it. Of course there is promiscuity, but you can get in serious trouble if you are caught. You can even get in trouble for showing too much affection in public- even if you ARE married! l don’t know why, but I was totally nervous to do this.

The Kuwaiti pharmacist, all in his dish dashya (I’m not totally sure on the spelling- it’s their long white garb) looking like the most devout Muslim I had ever seen comes over to me. Of course I get the “real“ guy! He probably thinks I’m some unwed 18 year old with her older boyfriend and since Americans are “racy” I’m sure he thinks I have tons of sex with a million people. Why did I have to get the “real” guy?  His helper- in shorts and a Hawaiian shirt is consulting a lady on face creams.

Great.

I tried to flash my wedding ring.

Why did I care? I don’t know. I’m still getting used to things over here… I’m a dork.

“May I help you?“

“Uh. Yeah. Uh… Yeah, I need to pick up some prescription drugs. No. Wait. Not prescription… there is no such thing...Uh...”

( at this point I want to grab Will and tell the guy, “Look. I want to have lots of legal sex with this guy right here but I don’t want to ger pregnant so can you please just put the stuff in the bag so I can go now!!!!)

“uh. I need to pick up some birth control… some Minesse. Two months worth (so I don’t have to come back to this place for a long time… maybe ever if I can talk Will into getting them for me. Do you HAVE women that work here?!)

So we got two months, paid the man, and left. 2 months cost me 16 American bucks total. That is amazing.

After that adventure Will and I headed off to the Sultan center to pick up a few things we needed… and a few we didn’t. I got some yummy chocolate to take to the movie we were about to see so I wouldn’t have to buy their expensive stuff.

I’m cheap when it comes to that stuff. What can I say. We saw The Island. It was a lot better than I expected.

After that we came back to the apartment. Will got the funnest and most intriguing gadget- an ear and nose trimmer (oh, the things that excite me). Will has used one before, but I’ve always been nervous about inserting a buzzing tool up my nose. He came into the bedroom all cute and excited and said, “You gotta see this!“ I have to admit, I was a little interested. We went in the bathroom and he showed me how it worked. I was giggling like a little kid as I marveled at this contraption. Will kept saying, “ C’mon! Try it, you big baby! It’s not going to hurt you!“ It took about 5 of those and finally I nervously took the buzzing thing and gave it a go. What strange things we do to keep ourselves presentable.

So that has been our Thursday up unitl now. Once again we will be going to bed early and waking up around 3 to watch football. I think it will be a lot more fun knowing we get to sleep in together tomorrow