Due to Europe's chronic woes of snow and unionization, our Delta connection through Paris was cancelled. Instead, we're flying a long straight shot from New York to Casablanca - with Royal Air Maroc. From what I've read, it's, well, a third-world airline lacking many of the comforts characteristic of 21st century air travel (movies, possibly food) and doesn't exactly make up for them with great service. Discomfort, unhelpful Arabs, and schleps are practically my specialties - but combine those with the company of a few females who share my blood and survival might be an issue.
After two weeks with my family (I mean two weeks in scenic North Africa) I'll be more than thrilled to spend New Year's Eve in Beirut. I'm meeting up with some school friends who are studying at AUB. Inshallah they'll handle the girls and club reservations - I'm bringing the Four Loko.*
*Original caffeinated, of course.