Middle Eastern Clubs

Thursday night after work started with a few quiet drinks up on the apartment roof and ended with Mary impersonating Shawn of the Dead in the apartment hallway at 4am. In the middle somewhere, Fran and Weena bullied Mary and I into coming with them to Paloma, one of the only nightclubs in Doha ("We've got ten years on you spazzies, stop your whining and let's go!"). Once again, I was one of only a handful of women amongst a room full of men (women in this country really don't get out much). It is incredible how forward Middle Eastern men are!!! Mary was lucky enough to score four business cards... one from a guy who's job title was World Champion Kick Boxer. Apparently he had photos in his camera to back that up!