Or may you just be in a country that allows everyone to do their own thing. Whatevs.
Second of all, I'd like to get some respect for the fact that I fiiiiiiiiiiinally started my training for the Beirut Marathon (30 November, baby) tonight by doing a steamy early-evening 8-miler in Za'abeel Park. I'm telling you: rarely, if ever, has 8 miles been so hard. Hard to the point that about 5 miles in, I started running through the park's tepid sprinklers - even though I know for a fact that the water they use for watering grass here is FULL OF FECES (cf. we live in the desert, make due with what you have) - because I was so freaking hot. When I got home around 9:30 PM, I checked weather.com and was like "Ohhhhhhh... current temperature 94F, feels like 104F, humidity 56%... THAT'S why it sucked so much!" Ew.
Third of all, what a weekend. By now you've probably seen the pictures of our post-birthday/pre-Ramadan party on Facebook, but let me just say, it was one for the ages. According to the sign-in data from our building's reception desk, we had 112 discrete visitors during the course of the evening, and that's not counting guests-of-guests who didn't sign in. (Look how quantitative I am now that I'm a consultant. Would you like me to make you a ThinkCell graph?!) I think everyone I know in Dubai was there, and I feel like I got a taste of what my wedding will be like: I wanted to talk to everyone but didn't have time, everyone kept telling me how pretty my dress was, and I kept telling everyone how cheap my dress was. Ha. Although in ex-BF R's words, "hopefully your wedding night won't end with you thowing up in Flatmate E's toilet."
Knowing me, though, never say never...
