I really haven't enjoyed previous trips to Dubai - not even worthy of blogposting. I guess because we werent' hanging with people who lived there. This time, it was so much fun.
People, anytime I come to work early, looking good, it means I'm overcompensating for something I've done baaaaaad over the weekend. Just to let you know. I feel like crap, but I've got to show them (powers that be) that I can make it through the work day without being shattered. Mostly, nobody cares but me. I figure if you've got a raging hangover, or even slightly still inebriated, you fit right in with the level of consciousness over here. Just sayin.
We flew down by FlyDubai - which is a great airline, once you get seated on the plane. Before then, however, it is a frickin goat rodeo. It was almost a riot scene to board the plane and in this country of foreign domestic workers flying low-cost carriers such as this, there is no such thing as personal space. BACK OFF! Like everything else around here - it's like no one is in control.
I'm pretty sure I had bodily fluids on me from the bump-and-grind that dude did up against me trying(supposedly) to get onto the flight. I usually randomly shout out in crowds (even at work), "Don't touch me!" as a joke, but not this time. I loved how protective Special K was, "Hey! If you touch her again I'm going to phuckin HIT you, you understand me??" He got more perturbed than I did (Why the F can't I have a boyfriend like that? Instead, I get the kind who get a kick out of the voyeurism of it instead of reacting. Be a man and DO something, chicken shit!) Special K is Kuwaiti and he's all like, "They wouldn't do that to you if you were an Arab woman. What makes them think...." LOVE IT!!!! If only Stealth had been there too they both would have jumped on him and beat the crap out of him - right there in the line. (Stealth goes off even for stupid stuff like restaurants who forget to bring the pickles. Tee hee.)
Anyways, once we got on the plane and paid for our sandwiches and 5 drinks, we were good to go.
We got there kinda late and by the time we hit the pub/restaurant, all we could do was order G&T and french fries. (It was a trend - fried food and alcohol).
|Cheesecake Girl's Proper Kitchen Cabinet|
Most of the guys were average looking at best, but OMG the women (I should say "girls" because they all looked about 12) were stunningly beautiful. I think this is where models/strippers/dance instructors go to party. Holy snap. One girl - I swear - was not human. She looked like an avitar.
Are you thinking that I'm too old for all this? yeah, I am too. But wow.
I made it back to Kuwait. (I'm not going to write about the "incident" that got us there because that would seem ungracious, but let me just say, Special K, that the phucked up things in life are the ones that you remember later and laugh about - like today - ROFL!!) The whole plane was asleep/recovering except for one obnoxious American woman loudly speaking in babytalk and singing Barny-style to her 2 year old. SHUT UUUUUUUP! Nobody cares that your kid is The Most Precious In The World. We're trying to sleep! (This woman put localfolk to shame. People were staring - and not in a good way.)
I look at the photos on my camera and phone and oooohh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiii when did I take that? I am CRACKING myself up looking at the videos. It is like the scene at the end of "The Hangover"when they find the camera and can't remember what's on it. That's US this weekend in Dubai. Ridiculously fun.