[Since you will all be meeting him someday, I should take a moment to explain that Sheikh Hamdan - or "Fazza3" ("Courageous"), as he is marketed by the government - is the 24 year-old Eton-educated, Bedouin poetry-writing, racehorse-owning favorite son of Sheikh Mohammed, and is the current heir apparent to the Dubai throne. Please visit his website (volume on), ogle his hotness, and marvel at the fact that I live in a place where future heads of state are promoted with a level of adoration and zeal usually reserved for Tiger Beat magazine spreads on boy bands and/or trailers for overwrought Steven Spielberg films.]
At any rate, I'll let the pictures of the party (and the Sheikh Cake!) speak for themselves...
We have furniture!
The men in my life - roommates Javs and E.
L rocks her cape. No one knows why.
The Fazza3 cake is paraded out in all its glory. (Ed. note: Sheikh Hamdan's nickname is not actually "Fazza Three" - rather, the 3 is used in transliteration to represent the Arabic letter ayn which is crazy and guttural and has no equivalent in English, but kind of looks like the number 3 when you write it. Just a bit of trivia for you linguistics nerds out there... anyone?)
Best. Cake. Ever.
Dreeeeeeamy...
... aaaaaaaaaaaaand this is what happens when you get so distracted by your cake that you forget about a million bacon-wrapped dates cooking in your oven. Or maybe this was fate poking fun at the irony of my mutually exclusive obsessions with marrying an Emirati man and consuming ridiculous quantities of pork. Hmmmm.
