After a fairly crappy week, Skip and I had planned to go the races on Thursday night and have dinner.
We both weren't in the best frame of minds when we left. A busy day at work for Skip and the head cold which half of Dubai had had starting to take effect. I'd had a fairly disastrous afternoon with some friends from school that ended abruptly with one child needing an emergency trip to the dentist.
Plug on we did though and good work we did. Dinner on the terrace, the best seat in the house, the horses thundering past. Delicious food and drinks. Good conversation. The perfect antidote to a forgettable week.
After dinner we went down to the bar for shisha. Enveloped in a sweet cloud of smoke we relaxed even more. Surrounded by young Emiratis watching soccer, smoking shisha and texting on their phones. Older German tourists laughing and hugging.
The only blip in the night was the drunken, foul-mouthed yobs who waited with us for a taxi. Lacking manners, class and brains, they do no favours for themselves.
Late to bed, I was cursing the 5am wake up call from Darbs. But it was worth it.