It was only a matter of time

I knew it would happen. It had to.
The Doha dance party.
The last weekend before Ramadan proved to be outstanding.

The party started at The Harp (an Irish "pub" in the Sheraton). Lauren, Manuel, and I went over early and were nearly not allowed in to the club (AGAIN haha) but Lauren worked her magic and the fun began.
Slowly, close to the whole Doha TFF team trickled in and took over the dance floor.
We danced for what seemed like hours before deciding to move the party to Wahm in the W (the club that Manuel and I were shut out of before).
We piled into the Jeep like it was clown car. Stacks of people. Literally.
As soon as we walked in... the dance party continued with the DJ spinning everything from classic hip hop to Arab music with a live trumpet player accompanying him. Amazing.
Drenched in sweat we danced til 2am when the bar closed.
Star of the evening = Mihai.
What can I say?... The man has got moves like I have never seen.
After party moved to Tarek's room where slowly but surely, we dried off.
It was 4:30am when we got back to our room.
I watched the sun come up again. It seems like a Friday night/Saturday tradition is forming.
Now it's almost 3pm Saturday and I am recouping.
Maybe a trip to the Villagio today?? Maybe a day in the pool?? Maybe I'll just go back to bed. hahaha
Can never tell what our one day has in store for us.

*Photos of the dance party to come later*