She's - the night is young!

Part One

It's 11:00pm in Henry's, and your friends buy you another drink.  Your friends who aren't flying tomorrow.  You get up to leave, but then you say to yourself, "As long as I get seven hours sleep I'll be fine."

Part Two

It's midnight, and you've just spent an hour arguing that Mavis should leave Derek in Coronation Street.  Right about then a little devil appears on your shoulder, and you look at your watch and think to yourself, "It's still early and we're having a laugh, besides as long as I get five hours sleep I'm fine."

She's my gg best friend Lydnsey - I blame her for many late nights!

Part Three

It's 1:00am, and you've switched from halves of lager to halves of tequila. You've just spent an hour arguing that Mavis should stick by Derek.  You look around and spot a pilot you told to go parachuting without a parachute five times on the last block and think, "That's the hottest Captain in Gulf Air".  On the way to the Ladies you give the American sailor at the end of the bar a big kiss just because you love his accent.  You and your friends start having drunken fantasies - "Say, if we buy our own airline, we can stick together for ever".  You notice that the devil is a bit bigger than he was .... and he's buying.  You start to leave, but then squint at your watch and say to yourself, "As long as I get three hours' sleep - and a complete change of blood .... I'm fine."

Part Four

It's 3:00am in TC's, and the devil is bartending.  You decide to leave Derek. Ten Arabs - all Managing Directors - have given you their Business Cards and told you "You are the most beautiful girl in the world ... I love you ... Call me on my mobile tomorrow ... Of course I'm not married!".  You've ignored ten Americans.  For last orders you get a bottle of Vodka and a Coke.  On the way to the Ladies you elbow the American sailor at the end of the bar just because you hate his accent.  You look around and spot an Arab gentleman in a Thobe and try to discover if he wears anything underneath.  You finally stagger outside. Somebody says he knows an all night Hotel Bar in the Souk area, you tell yourself, "Well, since I'm up this late, I might as well stay up all night!"

Part Five

It's 5:00am in the Aradous. You've spent an hour trying to drink 25 pints of Heineken to get a free Polo shirt and have just discovered that Mohammed ("But WHICH Mohammed!!") wrote his bleeper number in large indelible letters on the front of your white top.  The bar is full of dubious characters who have apparently never seen a white girl before and are having a staring competition.  This is the kind of bar that even the devil wouldn't touch ("Sorry, lunch date with Hitler").  You're now drinking some thick blue liquid that looks like something from a Romulan wedding reception. You see the Captain, fresh stitches in his head, and say, "I'm gonna marry him".  Just then, one of your friends stands up and screams, "Let's drive to Saudi!!!", then passes out.  As you're carried out of the bar, you say to yourself, "As long as I get twenty-nine hours' sleep tomorrow .... I'll be fine."

Part Six

It's 9:00am at the Captain's house. You wake up on the couch with a cricked neck and a raging thirst.  You desperately search for the Aqua Cool and drink a quart straight from the tap, washing down four Panadol.  You decide to sneak out and hail a taxi. You crawl outside and the sun shines down on you, frying your eyes like a vampire taking too long getting back to the coffin. Passer's by look at you and wonder "Who's Mohammed?".  This is when you utter the Gulf Air Girls moto "I SWEAR THAT I WILL NEVER DO THIS AGAIN", and some girls even add: "...and this time, I really mean it!!!"

P.S. The woman in the header picture is a transsexual woman, and a queen bee for young men at 3:00 am after six pints of beer.