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Drowning in chocolate
Dec. 14th, 2004 12:04 pmApologies for the long overdue post. I have been knocked out of commission for a while by Bahrain and a cold, respectively.
Dubai, a warm and cloudless night. A thousand bright stars and a fat contented moon beam down on the sprawl of affluence. Outside in the hotel gardens, well-dressed guests mingled on floodlit grass while waiters hovered with glasses of champagne and fruit juice, and skewers of fresh fruit with chocolate dipping sauce. My mother and sister settled at a table on the edges, along with my Aunt Najma and other family members who wanted to stay far away from the champagne-sipping crowds for religious reasons.
( The wedding party- warning, long and rambling )
Dubai, a warm and cloudless night. A thousand bright stars and a fat contented moon beam down on the sprawl of affluence. Outside in the hotel gardens, well-dressed guests mingled on floodlit grass while waiters hovered with glasses of champagne and fruit juice, and skewers of fresh fruit with chocolate dipping sauce. My mother and sister settled at a table on the edges, along with my Aunt Najma and other family members who wanted to stay far away from the champagne-sipping crowds for religious reasons.
( The wedding party- warning, long and rambling )
