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Last night was ladies night out. Five of us went out to the infamous Pub 28, a hole-in-the-wall favorite for locals and ex pats alike. You walk in through a hobbit door, and enter a wood-paneled dark cave with dim chandeliers, and Celine Dion crackling softly through crappy speakers. Clustered around tables were groups Egyptian men, and a few scattered European couples. We were the only group of girls, and didn't go unnoticed. The sangria pitchers were $8. Best sangria ever.