One of the funnest things that came from my summer in Oman was the naming of my car. Only the eleven members of my Notorious Nine cohort will truly appreciate the name, but I don't care. A little history lesson, there are only two Sultans in the world. One in Oman and the other in Brunei. Everyone in Oman LOVES Sultan Qaboos because he basically brought civilization, education, healthcare, jobs, and an easier life to Oman. I mean who wouldn't love the Sultan?
After Trent's brilliant suggestion and three years of namelessness, I have decided to name my car "Sultan Qaboos". Because the Sultan is royalty (hence the purple) and Qaboos (pronounced caboose) is a super fun pronunciation and I might also add... an incredibly masculine name (humor me).
Secondly, if I could be any Disney princess I would want to be Jasmine because let's just be honest, she is a middle eastern hottie of pure exoticness. And who doesn't want to be that? So all of my time in Oman this summer I kept teasing my cohort how I wanted to have a "fling" with the Sultan (after all he is still single and in Oman it is appropriate to have multiple wives). Then I could become the REAL Jasmine and have my own palace. Sadly and shockingly enough, we never met. But now that I named my car, I guess I get to take a ride with the Sultan whenever I want.
In the near future you might find me saying... "Lets take the Sultan", or "put it in the Qaboos", or "shake your Qaboos", or other such awesome phrases. I love that the Sultan finally has a name. It makes the ride oh so much better.
SAME SAME BUT DIFFERENT.
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