Up at the club.

14 Oct

Dubai can be a small town.  Sometimes, too small.

P.H. went out last night with a group whose friend was DJ’ing at a local club.  She, along with some of her girlfriends, made their way to the dance floor to get their collective groove on.  Once on the floor, she was suddenly (and desperately) approached by one of the Investment Puppies.  The conversation consisted mainly of the Puppy’s attempt to get to know P.H.’s (happily married) friends.  He also blathered on about some ex-girlfriend and another girl he was currently infatuated with.  It was quite possibly the most awkward five minutes P.H. has ever spent in a club.

I just came here to dance!



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