Wow.. what a hectic few weeks. It’s getting harder to find time to take an hour out and have a catch up. How do these other bloggers do it? All I can assume is they’re too busy writing about other peoples lives and don’t have time for one themselves?!
Meanwhile, back in Dubai…
A buddy of mine got married the other week. Some of his pals flew in from around the globe and we set off on a weeks celebration.
The only non-alcohol fuelled event (that I went to) was the Desert buggy driving. That’s 3 or 4 times we’ve done that now. Still doesn’t get boring.
We’ve been hitting the bars – as expected. We’ve now selected the 360 bar as our regular place now. The place is awesome. The music, the view, the women…etc.. It’s not the cheapest bar in the world, but one of the best.
Barasti has a Jagermeister ice room – which has a bunch of coats on the entrance for the customers to wear. Unless your British that is. Then you don’t need them.
I have gone right off Barasti as they have a singer – which is absolute shite.
The traffic/parking there is a complete disaster too. We were at a standstill so we decided to get out the car near the entrance and let the driver go and park.
As we did so, some horrible little Nazi parking attendant told us we’re not allowed to get out the car there and we would not be allowed in Barast. Fool. We just ignored him.
When leaving the bar – instead of queuing up for a taxi, it’s easier to take a 5 minute walk to the main road to flag one down there. In doing so, you have to walk past a bunch of African hookers on the side walk.
MY GOD they stink! Outrageous amounts of B.O! What the hell is that all about? Made me want to vomit.
Nearing the wedding, a whole bunch of us got together and went on a mad drinking binge. Various bars were visited and we ended up in Ratsky drinking Champagne. Hot sure how it happened but I ended up picking up the tab on that one. Nice little bill for 80k thb. Ouch.
Bumped into Rafiq that night. Thought he’d still be recovering from a party he threw at the Moscow hotel where the bottles of expensive booze were free-flowing. I know the Moscow has a special place in Rafiq’s heart, but my pals and I are not too keen on it. It just has that old fashioned feel to the place.
My pal had his wedding at Anantara Hotel on the Palm. Spectacular place. The honeymoon suite was on a pier which had stairs from the balcony into the sea. Lovely.
Probably out-with tradition – but the whole gang was invited to the room on their first day of marital bliss to hang out, swim and hammer the room service. Great time.
No time to relax – a few days later I popped over to London for a few meetings. Already mentioned that in another post. I am looking forward to returning there in a few weeks with Miss Tim.
The day after returning home – I get a call from Spats. He was in town on business – so lets hook up.
As per usual, we headed to Wings and Rings for over-priced fried chicken. We had a gang of about 8 of us. For some reason, the more people you have, the more it turns into a drinking competition. It wasn’t long before we’re on the way to being drunk and thinking where to go?
It’s very unusual for Spats to be out after 9pm. For years at the Mango we could set our watches by Spats heading home. We just assumed it was the Missus giving him his orders. It’s like he was practising for being married or something.
After W&R we headed to Jules bar. For those of you who don’t know it – it a bar on a hotel complex with a Filipino band – which are pretty crap to be honest. But then, you’d not go there to watch the band. You go there to see all the different women this world has on offer. All colours, creeds, shapes and sizes. The gang seemed to be focusing on a woman in a long blue tight dress which was absolutely stunning in every way. To the point where we were all getting angry because she was inch perfect. Makes you wonder how she ended up in a brass bar.
Moving on.. after several more beers, Spats was getting drunk and slurring his words. Not seen him that drunk in a very long time. Off he went into the night – looking for his bed.
We had several more (hardcore us) and called it a night.
I’ve some pals in town for the Rugby 7’s this week. Shall be hitting the scene for the next few nights. Luckily I am heading to Iraq in a few days for work. Great. I need a rest.
In a few weeks I head to the UK for Christmas. Miss Tim will meet me somewhere en-route – the Emirates lounge no doubt.
Christmas will be spent in a rather nice (oldie) hotel in Soho London. All we need is a little snow and it’ll be like a picture postcard.
After Christmas – the plan is to head back here to celebrate the New Year. We were thinking about Bangkok – but we’ve done that many times. We’ll give Dubai a try.
After all, it maybe the one and only New Year that I will be living here.
Need to think what we can do here. Must be something going on?
*** Just been sent this picture of the stag party crew. Can you spot me? ***