We rented a boat that left from Bur Dubai. Along with 33 of our closest new colleague friends and long time friend since Maui days, Jason; we departed for a 3 hour tour. A 3 hour tour.
The weather did not get too rough and the sights were bright, even at night, in our fake plastic city.
Jay's got two turn tables and a microphone. The 41 year-olds know the creek is where it's at!
It's your birthday, it's your birthday!
Eric, J and Phaedra: 3 Libras smile on the top deck. E hit the big Four O this night! 40 and still running strong.
Mr. Sean laughing at the birthday boys. The lower deck is a scene!
Dirhams down!
The dining hall before....
"Really, you want another sprite...let me see..."
Jill and Jackie pose next to Peter, yet another birthday guest of honor.
More spice on this plate than four years in Norway. I'm just saying.
We really love our new colleagues and one reason why is that so many of us share the same birthday month (even the same days) and thus the same star sign. Libras are birds of a feather so under the Arabian sky, full of stars, we found our balance of old (the creek and the imitation dhow) and the new (glitzy lights and dance music). The Libran scales started tipping further towards the new as the night went on. The next stop was a full on fun factor.So weird got weirder once back on land. We decided to hit the Temple of Luxor...I mean Carters at Wafi. The Egyptian theme was amazingly overdone, right down to hieroglyphs. Disney and Vegas have spawned a child and its name is Do Buy. We were buying this night.
Egypt? Bahksheesh?
J, leave Alexander the Great alone!
And then they lit the thing on fire in a crazy, fast spreading insane type of way....
Thanks for the applause but methinks the old man is done!
The crew says yahoo. The clock said 1 bell. Um, don't we have kids starting movie number 5?
Check please.
Check please.
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