The Ah'Lan! (i.e. Hello!) Hot 100 of Dubai is populated with the small network of people who would be nobody here, but there - they are the It crowd. The party-planners, publishers, entrepreneurs, big spenders, designers, venture capitalists, dotted with the socialite models just to sex things up a bit.
They say it's surreal, a place where dreams are made, but it feels a bit empty to me. Glitter on the surface, hollow in the middle. One of the female businesswomen who made it into the Hot 100 said even she keeps her suitcase at the ready.
Ascot + Beverley Hills + Disney World + the Wild West = Dubai
(Funny how most of that is California.)
I bought some Sirop de Rose today to go with my Indian tonic water. Mmmm, I can totally envision a refreshing summer beverage:
A pitcher, filled with icy water, with a couple of slices of scrumbled lemons, sprigs of crushed mint leaf, tainted with rose syrup, and lightly sweetened with some brown sugar.
...You know the sound a refreshing drink makes when it pours, and the ice cubes tinkle against the sides of the crystal pitcher...
Ooooh round of applause for Liv. I applied for 7 jobs after dinner last night, my previous after-dinner record being 3. In fact, 7 is my all time daily record.
Hey, can I have some of those fairies from Midsummer Night's Dream, bringing me my true love - with true-vision drops in his eyes - for Christmas?
(I am watching the modern BBC adaptation at the mo'.)