Me: What time is it there?
Me: What?! Oh my God, Happy New Year. You're already in 2013! That's crazy.
Sherif: Yeah, Starr, you've got to stop living in the past.
Me: *awkward pause as I don't get the joke* What?
Sherif: Cuz you're still in 2012!
Me: Ah! I get it.
Sherif is out at a bar with friends in the exciting metropolis of Cairo, while I am underage and planning on staying in with my mom and drinking sparkling pear juice as we watch TV in our living room. I love my mom, but I can't help feeling as though my life becomes notably less glamorous when I return stateside. Who knows, maybe I should take the "stop living in the past" comment more seriously :P
Happy New Year