Ace Has Checked In

by Little Miss Attila on February 16, 2009

. . . from Lebanon:

Yesterday was the high point of the trip. We took a harrowing action-movie race up the mountains of Sharouf (Sp?) [I think he means the Shouf, or Chouf, area. —Ed.] that left several green and sickened and Christopher Hitchens berating the driver. “Now stop this nonsense,” he said after we barely missed a head on collision with a Mercedes. “Start driving like a sane person.” (Yeah, he’s here.) Lebanese drivers are among the most aggressive and dangerous on the face of the earth, and our trip was even more ludicrously dangerous because 1) we were late and didn’t want to keep Jumblatt waiting too long and 2) despite reassurances from our sponsors, I think there are some security concerns about the junket so they drive like maniacs to avoid being pinned in by hostile vehicles.

There we met Walid Jumblatt, leader of the Druze faction and the most stridently anti-Syrian critic, in his villa slash fortress slash Bond Villain Lair. It was a pretty amazing spread. I’ll post all that (I took a lot of notes) but not now, I’m demolished from jet lag and general exhaustion.

Yeah: by the time one recovers from the trip, the memories fade and all one can do is vague summaries. But it all percolates, and comes out eventually in one way or another.

And stop teasing us with the promise of interesting tidbits about Hitch, Acey: Dish, or shut up.

Also: if you count to 500 in your mind, very slowly, and visualize writing each numeral out in your mind, you might sleep. If not, it’s a good meditation. Of course it works!—that’s why I’m up at 4:30 in the morning! (Well, okay: the Ambien wore off, and I woke up in the middle of the night. It happens.)

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