Back from the USSR

So, this blog is most likely going to be shallow, self absorbed, and substantially meaningless, but real fun.

Let me tell you about my trip to Bahrain for the SuperBowl!!! Well, I decided to join a group of my shift mates and day workers from the FD on a trip to Bahrain. A trip that was compareable to frozen oj you get from the frozen food secion of the store. Very concentrated, but, oh so sweet! We were only gone out of country for 26 hours but it felt like we were gone a week. Our first stop when we got to Bahrain…Duty Free! Then on to the hotel to sample our treasures and get dressed for the evening. I have to say, I looked cute, but only for myself, I was not up to hunting this evening though the bait was frsh and very much alive. We started off the eve by having dinner at the Hard Rock Café. Well, I had 5 chicken wings…extra hot and a few Miller Lights. We met the whole bar as we danced and entertained after we ate. We ade amny friends and are eagerly awaiting the pics that were promised to us by a nice Arab we befriended. Then we were off to find some dancing…I would not rest till I found a place to dance!

One of the members of our party, a quite gluttonous morbidly obese blonde young 20 something took off on his own to pursue a night of funded fornication, turns out he paid for three girls… who does that… who admits that! SICK!!! Anyways, we were tld where to go and when we got there the music sucked, so my sidekick of the night, my protector and I took off to see what the bar was that we passed on the way in. World…BEHOLD THE DESERT ROSE! Ok, so when I first walked in I felt unsure I belonged there. Upon turning the corner to enter the club I found 4 seductively dressed young women dancing on a stage and many empty chairs surrounding it. I exclaimed to my buddies, “I don’t think I belong here!” Forget that, they said. You’re getting a lap dance. It wasn’t a strip club, but probley the closest thing to it in the middle east. So we sat down, had a shot to calm my nerves, and smoked a cigar soaking in the moment. (Listening to Super Hero by ANi DiFranco…if you don’t know who she is check her out) I decided to go get the rest of our group and soon…it happened. Camp Arifjan FD took over the Desert Rose!

We began by dancing and moving the chairs, the guys got on the stage and danced, but quickly got kicked off. Shortly after I hear “Will Miss Meghan please join the girls on the stage.” Come on, you know what happens next right? I go up there, hello! You all know my insatiable need to dance on boxes, stages, bars, whatever I can. So I danced with my four Russian sisters of the evening and had one of the greatest times of my life. Everyone was dancing. I would join them in their dressing room in between sets like I was one of them and we’d order drinks and smoke cigarette’s while they changed. They told me about their lives back home and how it was rough working all the time. So my friends and I took them out after the bar closed and bought them drinks and food all night long. We will go back, we had a blast. Thank you Bahrain.