Hello Dolls!I promised this time I will keep you more informed and updated with the Sugar in my life. I decided it wouldn't hurt to share a few quick iPhone pics of my trip to Dubai with Mr. Mustache. (Pictured left, the view from our bed.)
For those of you who are new to my blog, Mr. Mustache was my first real BONAFIDE SD. He is a force to be reckoned with in the Texas legislature and quite a handful in the bedroom if I do say so myself!
This picture was the view I was afforded the blessing of waking up to for six wonderful days full of shopping, sight-seeing and quite a bit of sugar networking! (Hey, I was loyal to Mr. Mustache the entirety of our time together, but I needed a Plan B; good thing because now we aren't together! More on that to follow.)
It was a magnificent trip in whole, the Dubai representative (connections through his working for the legislature) chartered (and comped) a vast majority of the finances for the trip--leaving him no excuse NOT to take me shopping. :p Ladies, if you have never flown 1st Class International (Quatar Airways), you don't know what you're missing! It was so lavish. I didn't take pictures of the cabin-mostly because there was a watching and waiting audience (I mean come on: a 20-something year old brown girl with an overweight heavily mustached man is BOUND to catch anyones attention).
Something worth mentioning: while I was getting my things situated in my seat, I noticed something that was similar to the life I was leading. A 20-something year old blonde bombshell with a sun-pruned older gentleman who had a pungent aura of self-importance. I could see, unlike me, that he probably wasn't as kind to her as she would have liked. I cast a sympathetic smile her way as she glanced at my travel companion and grinned right back. :)
While he was away, mostly during the day, I spent quality time with his credit card and chatting up the Europeans and Australians who lingered in the hotel lobby. There was a SMOKING Aussie I flirted shamelessly with before reminding myself I was "spoken for" and exchanging emails. Also-- a man from Dublin, Ireland who noticed Mr. Mustache and I the day prior and revealed to me that "arrangements like that are a very splendored thing"--also got his email. :)
Ask me if I feel guilty. A LI
TTLE bit. But not reeealy, honestly. I'm in the business of achieving my goals, emotions aside. While Mr. Mustache is kind and oh so generous to me, I need to be a REALIST and prepare for the instance that he may not be a prominent part of my life. A la TODAY! In conclusion! Cast your judging eyes elsewhere--because everyone is a whore. Whether it be to industry, social trends, an oppressive employer or in the literal sense we all sell out in one way or another. (Pictured: The Burj Khalifa-tallest building in the world...I think. Don't quote me, dammit!)
TTLE bit. But not reeealy, honestly. I'm in the business of achieving my goals, emotions aside. While Mr. Mustache is kind and oh so generous to me, I need to be a REALIST and prepare for the instance that he may not be a prominent part of my life. A la TODAY! In conclusion! Cast your judging eyes elsewhere--because everyone is a whore. Whether it be to industry, social trends, an oppressive employer or in the literal sense we all sell out in one way or another. (Pictured: The Burj Khalifa-tallest building in the world...I think. Don't quote me, dammit!) *Steps down from soap box.*
On a happier note! I ate like a fat petulant child! I couldn't help it! So very yummy. If you dolls have a restaurant called Ruth's Chris Steakhouse in your neck of the woods, you need to eat there ASAP! Succulent steak and a bomb ass lobster bisque. (Yes, yes I said bomb ass...it's warranted!) We ate at that particular steakhouse two times and once was enough to make me feel like a glutton! The decor was fabulous and lush and everyone reeked of money and indulgence.
*Part Two to follow! I can't upload more pictures in this post so I have to split it. :) *
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