I'm back online! Internet cafe two days in a row. The limo drivers are starting to know me by name, LOL.
Couple things, for those who asked.. I'm not in the Army anymore. I'm over here as a private citizen, working for a defense contractor. It's nice because I don't live on base, can go wherever I want, and have generally a lot more personal freedom than military life allows. And I don't even know what the CFLCC HQ is, muchless anyone in there. I swear to GOD the military needs to lay off the acronyms....LOL
I went to a couple clubs last night. One was called Rydges, and everyone talked about how great it was. I got there, and it's just a crowded little bar full of drunk Brits and Aussies, and about five guys for every woman. So that was no fun.
I then went to a more popular place called "Cloud Nyn". Now that place was a night club! I haven't seen so many goregeous women in one place in my life. A bunch of guys I work with (both company and USAF security forces) were there too, and I had a good time. I ended up dancing with three beautiful stewardesses from Gulf Airlines. See, it's illegal to do this in the United States, but here they hire airline stewardesses based on how hot they are. And hey Skunky? Two were Korean, and the third was from Italy, but of Chinese descent!
By "dancing" I meant I awkwardly jerked arythmically to an excruciatingly long techno-pop song (at least it's not rap). It's not that I can't dance; at one point, I could swing, waltz, tango, cha-cha, you name it. But this stuff isn't "dancing" so much as it is "moving around to synthesized music". I felt like a moron, and realized why most guys don't hit that dance floor until they're pretty drunk.
Ah, the things we do to impress women, eh men? LOL
I almost got into a fight, too, actually. The place was packed so much that you could barely move around. While trying to get back to the balcony where our table was, I was bumped into by a very drunk dude, and almost got knocked over. In regaining my balance, I pushed him, and he pushed me. He then puts his hand around my shoulder, tries to grab my water bottle, and gets real close up in my face.
Now look, I know this is how people interact in Europe. But there are a couple things I don't like. Number one, my patience with falling-down-drunk people is very limited. Number two, I don't like it when guys start putting their grubby paws on me (note that this rule does not apply to the ladies, and yes, I know that's discrimination). And the dude just would NOT let go of me, and he would NOT get off of me.
Well, I got him off of me as his not-as-drunk girlfriend was apologizing, and walked away.
Not a bad place, though, even if overcrowded and loud. I'm going to go back on Friday, I think, as they're having some sort of contest wherein women will be given prizes based on how short their skirts are.
Now, if you've ever been to a Muslim country, you know that seeing women around town is rare enough, muchless women in miniskirts.
I ordered a bunch of gear from Tactical Tailor yesterday, as it seems well made and it will be better than the stuff I'm issued. I can't wait to get it.
I've also prettymuch decided that I'm buying a Ruger GP100 .357 when I get home. Heck, I had a dream about one here.
I'm also going to make friends with one of the Qatari police that guards my villa. I want to check out that AUG he carries.