after 2 smoked salmon and cheese crackers, chicken liver pate, 3 beef vol-au-vent, 2 springrolls, 1 crabcake, half a baked potato, 1 bratwurst, salad, 2 medium-well black pepper steaks, 1 grilled prawn, 4 chicken wings, 1 bread and butter pudding, 1 pecan pie, 5 sugar almonds, 23 cashew nuts, creme de cassis/sprite (because i am trying to be good) instead of kir royale, 5 glasses of water, you’ll look as happy as a neneh bird* like me too. having friends who cook well weighs terribly on scales.
now, he looks like a neneh bird because fruity Victoria Bitter got the better of him.
we had planned to go to Madinat Jumeirah after the clock struck twelve, but nobody moves after eating that much, nobody. the furthest all of us successfully walked was up to the roof to see several fireworks all over Dubai, including the one at Burj al Arab which we’d have seen up close had we gone to Madinat Jumeirah.
it’s 0451am, and it sure smells like a brand new year.
*neneh bird is my bird of fantasy that’s full of joy and bubbles.