STL: Day 2, Part II

Hi

Since we decided that we didn't want to put up with the fog, we all agreed that in order to achieve time maximization in STL, we would have to leave really early on Friday morning in hopes of getting to STL in time for Jummah. Accordingly, the plan was to leave straight after fajr. Taha was going to ensure that was done by setting his phone alarm for 6-something...

And so, naturally, at 8:10am I woke up. I looked down to where Taha was (he slept on the floor in my room) and he gave me the West Side sign. Frick! We already lost two hours. Taha and I discussed that if we left right then and there, we would be able to make Jummah in time in Saint Louis. So I went down to Umar's bedroom where Prince Hassan slept and told him the time and that we had to go. Hassan's responses sounded more like grunts instead of the reassuring "Yeah, Pac Daddy, let's go..." He then shifted his body to the left, his back turned to me as if he was saying in subtle defiance, Great, Pac Daddy! Now get the hell outta here so I can get some sleep! I came back to my room and told Taha that I told Hassan to get ready but that it didn't look like he will anytime soon. Taha suggested that we wake up at 8:45 and I was cool with getting more sleep myself...

And so, naturally, at 11:30am I wake up in utter disbelief that it's that late. Taha, who has the ability to wake up and run a marathon right away without stretching because he's so alert when he wakes up, suggested that we leave after Jummah. So I went down to Hassan. We looked at each other and started laughing. "What happened?!" Hassan inquired. I gave him the rundown on the new agenda and so we all finally woke up and took our showers. Yes, separately, too.

Anyway, my mom did it REAL big, mashaAllah, by packing some PHENOM snacks for our road trip. We each had a parata roll with omlette inside in addition to some Doritos bags. Taha and Hassan caved in and had their rolls for breakfast just before Jummah. We then talked about how amazing our mothers are and how depressing our future wives will be when it comes to kitchen duties. Yes, DUTIES, women; as in a WIFE'S responsibility to cook great food for her man. Hassan said that he would have to send his girl to my mom for at least a 6-month internship to learn how to cook and then another 6-month internship to Taha's mom. The three of us then cried a silent cry upon discussing the fact that Taha's girl and most likely Hassan's and mine in the future will not be able to cook as well. It was utterly depressing and tragic. We men give so much and ask for so little in return; just some good home cooked food. I'll have to think about marrying a girl in Pak, now, basically so I can save the lives of three people: Taha, Hassan, and me. My mail-ordered wife from Pak will cook for the three of us as it appears as though women in Oakbrook or other random places like Plano, Texas cannot cook worth anything. Or we'll have to find some cousins of AJ's wife because ol girl can cook.

But I digress...

After getting ready, saying my salaams, praying Jummah, we left for our voyage to the Show Me State...

Cheers.