Suhoor = Fat Baby Syndrome

Last night I went out to my first Suhoor at the Ritz Carlton to celebrate Janey's (who is an amazingly kind hearted and smart person) birthday.
We met a few friends in the tent and had some tea and sheesha although we didn't eat there.
We went back to Istanbul for shawarma. Yum. Fucking yum.
Finally experienced a beautiful night. The weather was great and with the windows down, was able to wave my hand through the cool night air.
When I got back to my room, my pen wouldn't stop. For the first time in over 3 years, I was able to write prose freely. It streamed and felt natural again.
The inspiration here is unmatchable and I am so appreciative of the people that are feeding it.

Speaking of feeding....
tonight was my first actual Suhoor meal (again in celebration of Janey's birthday).
Around 20 people gathered at La Cigale for a meal fit for Kings.
It was hosted in a giant ballroom and had more food than I have EVER seen in one place in my entire life.
So I made like a Qatari and pigged the fuck out.
For once my eyes weren't (much) bigger than my belly.
3 plates and grape sheesha later.... I was feeling just like a fat baby. Totally satisfied and sleepy as hell.
Listening to Carrie and Lauren laugh like teenage girls put a huge smile on my face to finish the night.